He called for the first time during the “X-Files”. This was a sign that things were clearly never going to work.
This was 1998. I had a standing date with my roommate and a few friends to watch the “X-Files” every Sunday and no phone call, even from an interesting suitor, would interrupt that. Thankfully, “Antiques Roadshow” didn’t have the same allure so our Monday night conversation went much more smoothly. We had exchanged a number of emails prior to this phone call. We met through an internet personals site before it was the thing that everyone was doing. This was 1998, after all.
We had a lot in common – music, politics, history – things we both loved and knew a lot about. And humour. We made each other laugh and laugh hard. After a few hours on the phone, we agreed to meet the following Saturday to see Susan Werner. He volunteered with an organization that put on folk concerts and I was a die-hard folky. It seemed like a good way to meet.
I arrived as planned and was ushered to my seat with many apologies of not being able to sit with me. Understood, understood. However, as my obtuse self, I didn’t quite realize I was on a date. It wasn’t until after the show when he made the offer of going out with the large group or on our own that I realized “Oh man, I’m on a date”. I actually think this worked to my advantage though as I was really at ease and comfortable with this guy that I barely knew.
A quick dinner post show turned into a 2 and a half hour conversation in his car and the acknowledgement of wanting to see each other again.
And thus began what would end almost 8 years later after a number of marriage counseling sessions and tears that at times felt unending. Holding such a tender place in my heart for two people who at their core had felt like misfits from the start. For two people who thought love and marriage would allude them and for two people who tried to make a marriage work that was just not meant to be. As the sage Dan Savage often says…every relationship you ever have will end. Until one doesn’t.
“Lovers that we lose we never dare forget” ~ Susan Werner
* from St. Mary's of Regret ~ Susan Werner

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Posted by: karin | Wednesday, 23 February 2011 at 06:50 PM