Dumped. What a word to describe the end of a relationship. And just as I finished wrapping his Christmas gift in red foil paper. Too late to return it. No one wanted an engraved wristband with someone else’s name on it anyway.
A storm roiled the clouds over my house and miles away lightning stabbed the earth as I stood under the porch roof watching.
Relationships never worked out for me. They blew up at the worst times. Now, once again, I was alone. Anger mixed in equal measures with hurt.
Why can’t I find that special person, the one meant for me?
The desperate plea crushed me. I squeezed my eyes shut.
A flash of light clawed at my eyes then a blast of thunder followed by crackling. Like plastic scrunched together, a sure sign of a close lightning strike.
And then a voice inside my head.
*wait until spring*
Air left my lungs as I contemplated my sanity. And the tone of the still, quiet voice.
Five months later, daffodils were in bloom and college commencement invitations sent out when a strange man laughingly sprayed me with a water hose at a gas station.
We celebrate our 38th wedding anniversary next week.