Peeking In Pandora’s Box
It’s killing me, having him there, just out of reach. Wondering what his life has been like these past ten years. Is he still bitter? Did he heal? Is he happy? Is his life good? Everything he always wanted? I want all that for him. I always have.
So, I peeked. I messaged the friend we have in common, one of my best friends from highschool and another Facebook reconnect, and asked, “Is he happy? Is he good?” I knew that I really had no right to ask her, have no real right to know, but I had to ask.
He’s divorced, with two kids.
Damn. That’s not the life I was hoping for for him. I wanted him to have the white picket fence and the wife who keeps a spotless house and has dinner ready when he gets home from work. I wanted him to have happily ever after, not just “after.”
Comment by landismom
I think your link is broken–at least, I couldn’t get to your other post.
Posted on October 14, 2007 at 9:25 am
Comment by thordora
oh. That sucks.
A boy I had a crush on, who was a great friend to me in high school, I wondered the same things about. He always wanted marriage and kids, the picket fence, etc.
To find out he didn’t have it, and lived in some crappy apartment was sad. I wanted him happy!
Posted on October 14, 2007 at 5:05 pm