The discovery of The Girlfriend had left me staggering. Tim and I had been together since college, more than 15 years ago now. He had been studying for a degree in Aeronautical Engineering and I was finishing my last year of Nursing School. We had met at the Union Building where we were both cramming for finals with our respective study groups. He had come back from the food court balancing a tray full of caffeinated drinks when he tripped down the stairs, spilling the hot and cold beverages down the front of his shirt as well as all over the ugly industrial carpet lining the cafeteria where the stains quickly disappeared. Looking back on that clumsy event all these years later I wish my feelings for him could vanish as quickly and effortlessly. But then I find myself remembering the cheesy grin on his face as he looked down at the mess he had created then glancing up at me, his eyes saying, “This happens all the time, hilarious, right?!” I had quickly turned away, not sure if I should feel sorry for this tall lumbering nerd who had just made a fool of himself in front of friends and strangers alike, or laugh that he was confident enough to snicker at himself even at the most humiliating of moments.
Anyway, one by one our study buddies left and there we were. Alone and awkward but feeling mutual feelings of attraction. At least that was what we confided to each other a few weeks later as we talked about our future together. It had all seemed so fantastic, our meeting, our courtship and our eventual marriage vows made to one another in Las Vegas (ok, that may not have been quite the vision I had of my wedding as a little girl, but it was still very romantic). He had been offered a job near Camano Island on the Puget Sound in Washington State while I had been hired shortly thereafter by Everett Bone and Joint as one of their nurses.
Check back tomorrow to see how the second day of school goes. It can't get any worse, right?