Thursday, April 23, 2009

Wedded Diss?

I dated the same boy for pretty much my entire college career. Four full years. When most couples graduate their relationship either moves one way or the other — you marry or you breakup. I ended up breaking up with the guy I thought I was going to marry. He practically had the ring in his pocket. 

I graduated before him. I started my first job and loved all the new responsibilities and the excitement of doing the one thing I felt I was born to do. I would put in a full day's work and drive to Ruston where my boyfriend was focusing on intramural sports more than his undergrad degree. It drove me nuts and eventually drove us apart. 

Now nearly six years later, he's getting married. I have no hard feelings. I have no sense of regret. I think we were young and in all his endeavors, I wish him the very best. We don't stay in touch, but I'm glad he's happy and with a woman he loves. And, I know I'm at the right place and in a relationship with the right person. 

With all of that being said, I recently found out he's getting married on my birthday — of all days. Of the 52 possible Saturdays to get married in the year, there's truly some humor when you think of my birthday being the date of choice. 

In no way do I believe it is intentional. There's no way my ex would remember my birthday all these years later. Plus, the bride somehow pieced it all together and sent me an apologetic e-mail. To which I responded, "Your wedding is one of the biggest days in your life. Birthdays come every year. Enjoy your day and don't think twice about it." 

That's how I really feel. But, I think God must have a sense of humor to arrange things in such a way. 

My question to you: How would you react? Would you find it funny or ironic? Or would you be angry about it? 


Catherine said...

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.

Stephanie Netherton said...

Ahh ... so quick witted. In the process of cleaning up Ty's house, he found his copy of "Jagged Little Pill." I had a hard time not stealing that one.

It's a black fly in your chardonnay — which wouldn't phase me. Scoop it out and keep drinking.