Notes in the key of C

Well, I saw her again the other day in a restaraunt I usually have breakfast at on Sunday mornings. And it all came back to me……well, not all of the memories, just the bad ones. That ATTITUDE! Man, I can’t remember anyone else before or since that thought so highly of themselves. To paraphrase her, it went something like this….”I’m good enough that I (meaning she) shouldn’t have to work!” Big head, or what? Is that what they call seeing yourself through rose-colored glasses? She had delivered a child into this world years before the word “responsibility” had any meaning to her and the poor baby was spending more time with grannie and grandpa than with his own mother. So much for spending quality time. She couldn’t care less about how or what the boy was doing. Let them take care of him. No…..she was more interested in hanging out with her lowlife hoodlum friends at the pool hall.
It was those green eyes that caught my attention but it didn’t take too long before she revealed herself as the heartless, forked tongue, self-centered and cold-blooded viper that she was. How could we have been so different and still make some kind of connection, albeit short-lived? I was a guy, who loved children, though I had none of my own and her, a young mother who obviously had no desire to spend time with her baby. When we decided to move in together, I had to insist that the baby be included in the living arrangement. Hmmm…what’s wrong with THAT picture? It was clear our days together were numbered when she would leave him home with me and disappear for hours. Sure, I suffered when she made an untimely exit from the relationship just a few days before Christmas many years ago. But the symptoms of a relationship gone bad were already there and maybe it was just my ego that took a hit. Her sudden departure was a gift and a big favor to me, all rolled into one and I didn’t even realize it at the time. Thank God and good fortune that it turned out the way it did. Thank you, Jesus!!!!!………for that fork in the road and the hard left turn she chose to make without me.
When I saw her the other day, she was still wearing that same hairdo and the same “my shit doesn’t stink” look on her face. And, like ships passing silently in the night, not a word was spoken. But if you could have read my mind, you probably would have seen the words, “THANK YOU, JESUS…!!!!!”

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