Trudging home through the rain, I looked over my shoulder hoping a bus was on its way. I was grateful the steady drops of rain could hide the tears rolling down my cheeks. My daughter, Anna, wiggled in my arms indicating that she wanted to get down. I looked over my shoulder again to see if I saw a bus in the distance, but instead I felt the wind as the bus whizzed by me. I was defeated.
My night dragged on as I prepared dinner for the two of us and eventually tucked her into bed. Was this the best life had for me, I thought as I washed the night’s dishes. I never wanted this for my life. I did not want to be the single mother that everyone expected me to be.
I did not get the hint when my therapist gave me a lecture about how all relationships were not meant to last, that most were “starte”r relationships. I finally got a clue when we moved to a new state, isolated and alone, the physical abuse began. Finally, sitting with my year-old baby, nursing a black eye and a busted face, I realized my fate. Either become a single mother or become a dead mother.
I do have to admit, my family did try to warn me about him. However, I did not listen, he was not who they thought he was I argued. But eventually I had to conclude that they were right.
Now, in the still of the night, I sat and sipped a glass of wine appreciating the quiet time. I soon nestled on my bed and dreamed of stress free days. Days when I did not have to race from my job to make it to pick Anna up on time before I was charged a hefty fine that I could not afford.
The next morning I dropped off Anna at my mother’s house, due to it being a weekend and headed off to my job. The day was no different than any other day at work, except the managers mandated that we all attend a meeting.
The meeting, boring as ever, reminded me of how I did not really know my coworkers. It also reminded me of how much I thought a particular coworker was gorgeous. He was beautiful, his golden blond hair perfectly matched his tanned from surfing skin. His blue eyes gleamed, as he would frequently look my way. But he was only a daydream; a single surfer would never go for a single mother.
When the meeting was finally over, I scurried to pick up my belongings because my shift was over. As I slipped out of the door, a deep voice asked how I was getting home. I replied that I was rushing to the bus stop to ensure that I did not miss the next bus. He then asked if I needed a ride. Casually I accepted.
During the ride to my apartment, he asked if I was hungry and that he felt like eating seafood. I said that I could use a bite to eat and asked what he had in mind. He explained that there is this restaurant that he really wanted to try near a beach where he frequently surfed. I loved the beach so I was eager.
During the ride, he told me about his life in detail and asked about mine. He took me to his favorite beach. The beautiful blue ocean seemed endless. Soon we ate dinner. I was dazzled by the candlelit dinner. After we walked the beach again, we climbed up onto a deserted lifeguard post. We talked late into the night. That night cupid stuck his arrows into our hearts.
Two years later, we honeymooned at another beach. The crystal blue water sparkled as we sipped Margaritas. The warm sand heated our bodies. The palm trees fluttered from the wind. Relaxing on the beach was a little hard for us; we could have spent the whole time in our room. Needless to say, we lived happily in love ever after.