Its hard to wish someone well on their wedding day when the only thing you wish is for them to be with you. But, I sucked it up and did the right thing.
Trey got married on Saturday night. Short notice? Yes, extremely. The engagement was only a matter of weeks. A matter of weeks that he neglected to mention until recently.
I noticed I started to hear from him more frequently, which I found unusual but didn’t mind. I’d wake up to cute little texts or emails reading, “good morning beautiful” or “just thinking about you.” He does always have a knack for making me smile.
About two weeks ago I noticed an article quoting him and mentioning, “my fiancée.” I was shocked, but the kind of shocked for an event that you knew was coming in the inevitable future. Kind of like death (and yes, I am comparing marriage to a life ending experience.)
He called me that night just to talk and I nagged him asking if he had “something” he’d been meaning to tell me. He said no and had no idea what I was referring to. I then asked him, “so are you engaged?” He owned up to it, apologizing profusely saying he thought I knew. He said how he lived such a public life and this was one thing he didn’t really announce. He then followed up with, I’m 39 and really want a kid.
A kid. A kid was his justification. Most people who just became engaged gush about their fiancée and how happy they are. But for him, the promise of child was enough to take the plunge. Of course I said how happy I was for him, how I wished him the best and how lucky the future misses was to have him and left it at that.
After I hung up I couldn’t help but think if this was the start of a trend among the men I date. Was Trey the first domino in a series of future marriages about to knock down in my line of older men?
He’s scheduled to be in Vegas in January so I’m curious to see if he acts any different. On Thursday night, the night of his bachelor party he texted me at 2am (5am his time) after it was finished saying how he talked about me to his friends. I said he should’ve just flown to Vegas and hung out with me instead and he said, “you’re right I wish I had.” I happen to be at an event when he texted me so I had a bit of liquid courage in me and kind of blurted (via text) that I always hoped he and I would end up together. He understood and said he’d always care about me and be there for me.
Not exactly the answer a drunk girl wants to hear, but hey at least it was something. As horrible as it sounds a
little large part of me wishes the marriage doesn’t work out. Years ago on our very first date a man had asked us to take a photo of him and his girlfriend with the Bellagio fountains in the background. As soon as the fountains started going off he got down on one knee and proposed. As cheesy as it sounds, I couldn’t help but take the occurrence as some sort of sign for our relationship.