I recognized her the moment my eyes spotted her. How could I ever forget her? She had triggered the greatest set of changes in my life. I had been normal. Thirty years of a career, depended on, recognized for my talents. Life was calm and quiet. Then she showed up, and it all came apart.
“Sweet Jesus!” was my first thought, followed by “I should not have come here.”
I noticed a hint of recognition on her face when she spotted me. At that point, I knew it was time to deal with the last vestiges of what had been. To finally end her story in my life.
It had been ten years. I’d had to start life over in so many ways. New job, new friends, new everything. Years of psychotherapy and multiple day panic attacks, wondering if I’d ever recover, if I’d ever become functional in life again.
She had known me before all that, when I was the guy with the 30 year career, and a knack for fixing problems in everyone else’s programs.
I wasn’t that guy anymore. I’d never be that guy again.
Eventually she made her way over, “Do I know you?”
“Yes, Robin, you do.”
I nodded, “You knew who I was 10 years ago. You don’t know me now.”
She smiled that smile that had wrecked so much havoc in my life. “Perhaps, finally, it’s time to meet you again.”
All I could think was, “Frack…”
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