Life has many paths with some roads leading back to the starting line.
Eight years ago I spent a night with a college friend and her boyfriend after a snowstorm at a football game. Plenty has happened to me since that night, engagement, learning some friends were swingers, getting married, an open marriage, a pregnancy that was terminated, a divorce, an abusive relationship and lots and lots of therapy. My life returned to what some call normal, dating men and occasional women.
That original friend married, not the boyfriend I knew, had disappeared from my life and now reemerged. Not the scene of the crime she called and asked if I wanted to join her and her husband to the football game at our school. Reluctant to be “used” and anxious to feel free, I agreed.
I found out another sorority sister my ex and I had played with had also married, a guy I never met, were also going to the game.
The hardest part was reliving my last few years, I only gave an abbreviated retelling. With that all told both of the husbands couldn’t have been sweeter to me.