The morning after my husband told me his mind was made up and we were getting a divorce, I went to the gym. I decided to continue taking care of myself and to keep a positive attitude. I am not feeling bitter. However, I’m still somewhat in shock even though I sort of knew it was coming.
Anyway, I was explaining that I went to the gym--and I was glad that I did. A few of my gym buddies offered hugs and kind words of advice. I even met a new friend through an older one. The man who introduced himself to me through our mutual buddy wasn’t aware that I was freshly dumped, but he offered me a romantic story. He is deeply in love with his wife. He explained how he proposed to her. His words were beautifully eloquent and the setting was a gorgeous Italian vista. I felt a little envious of his wife. It made me think, “Wow, there are real romances! They don’t just happen in the movies.”
The man who spoke such pretty words about his wife is a handsome, Irish-Catholic Chief of Police with piercing blue eyes and a friendly face. His gold band flashed a reminder that some men not only proudly wear their wedding band, but speak illustriously of winning the woman of their dreams--even to new friends. I was almost moved to tears.
Chief Irish is valiant for dedicating his life to helping others, and for his spirited heart. I hope that I am lucky enough to meet more people like him.
I walked away from him feeling a little warmer inside. I got onto the elliptical trainer and as my heart pumped faster and faster I heard a touching song coming through the speakers. It sounded like the soulful voice of Joss Stone. The song spoke of freedom and it made me smile.