I’m a huge believer of that.
Have you ever, with morbid curiosity ever wondered how your life may have turned out if you had taken another path in your life? Made a different life changing decision, stayed in a situation where you knew it was slowly killing you but too afraid to make that first brave step to independence? I did… recently. And I can honestly say I have only ever done this once and this was the first AND very very last time I will ever do such a thing.
I wasn’t seeking it out hoping that I could have missed out on something great. My life right now is fantastic and I wouldn’t change a thing. I guess the curiosity mainly stemmed from wondering if karma had indeed made herself known to that person that I shared my life with for over 12 years.
This person I chose to share my life with during my younger years was in a word insecure. Very very insecure. I didn’t see it at the time but he desperately needed attention and admiration to deal with his life. To be blunt, he was more fucked up than he would ever dare to admit. His parents weren’t the best of role models. His dad was some bigwig stuffed shirt at TRW that had a lot of money (or so he said) and his mother worked for a telephone company (I think) From what I had gathered by what he told me his dad was a playboy from day one and lied, cheated and ran out on his mother more than once. When he was very young his mother and father decided to leave one another at the same time, leaving him to fend for himself alone in his apartment. He used to tell me that he stayed there for a few weeks alone before his mother finally came to collect him and his belongings but in the meantime he would go to school, come home right afterwards and only eat whatever was easily accessible in the kitchen that he could open with a can opener and cook on the stove. Later on in his high school years his father would throw money at him and pat himself on the back calling himself a good and loving dad. He didn’t know at the time that his dad was really just giving him the child support money directly to his son, to spite his mother. The times he lived with his father there were a revolving door of Asian women that would frequent his time, leaving his son to raise himself (and soak in like a sponge what a pathetic pig player his dad was, treating women like playthings, telling his son to lie to the ‘girlfriend’ from the week before if he was asked if there was another woman in his dad’s life)
I met him during a chorus ‘field trip’. I can’t remember exactly where we had gone that day but my friend and I sat across from him on the bus and I was instantly attracted. He held himself as if he was THE shit.. rode to school in a limo that his father paid for and concentrated more on his bad boy image than anything else. I think I just liked him back then because he was different, and he distracted me from all the drama and shit that was going on in my own world. My parents were going through a nasty divorce and I hated being home around all the negativity. It was a constant reminder that the family that I grew up to know was all gone and all I had of the happy times were memories. He was my ticket out of that place, and I grabbed it as quickly as I could. I started ditching school with him and spent practically every waking moment with him, my mom would let him stay over pretty frequently (after getting me on the pill, that is) After his class graduated (he didn’t, because he felt he was too good for school) his dad got him an apartment and I moved in with him. We stayed together for 12 years and in those 12 years he cheated on me repeatedly (or ‘he gave them self esteem’ as he called it) and finally I was just done. I walked away from what was left of that relationship and never looked back.
I’m not saying he was the only person at fault for the demise of our relationship. I know I was difficult to live with at times. I wasn’t a great housekeeper and I was so insecure that I let him basically do whatever he wanted from the beginning. Keeping a relationship together, especially as young as we were would take a lot of work on both parts. Unfortunately we became too comfortable with our situation and started to accept that this was how our lives were supposed to be. Looking back on all of now though, I don’t see how I did it.