“Thank you. I know you are. I think I just want this building sorted. I’ve accepted that we’ll have to sell it. I don’t want to, but having this level of contact with Paul is too much for me,” I explain. “It’s funny. I went to college and loved studying marketing and advertising. I’m really good at it, and I enjoyed it. But when I was with my Grams, learning about all this natural stuff, it felt like I was doing something I should have always been doing.”
“Well, you practically come alive when you start talking about all that stuff.”
She’s right. I do come alive, maybe because it reminds me of the bond I shared with my grandmother and how we used to bounce ideas off each other for different recipes.
“Montrose Place would have been perfect, but the spa is the goal. You guys were right, and I’m lucky to be able to do something I love.”
She smiles and pulls out a real estate paper from her purse next to her.
“I came prepped with choice. I thought we could spend the rest of the evening looking through some property and ticking off the ones you might like.”
“Thank you, I’d love that.”
“Good. Can I ask you to do one little thing for me, though? Consider it a piece of guidance. I’m calling dibs on being the wise one of our trio.”
I laugh. “Of course. And you are.”
“I want you to think about things objectively. Live in the present. Of course, learn from the past, but don’t miss out on something the present might be telling you. People change, and they have their reasons for doing different things. I want you to remember that.”
I give her a little smile. It’s good advice, and I’ll remember it. My wounds are a little deeper than thinking of past and present though.
The part of the story I can’t tell anyone because of how crushed I was, was that hours before Paul broke up with me, I found out I’d lost our baby.
He didn’t know I was pregnant.
It was the week from hell with everything happening at once.
That morning, I was told I’d lost that piece of us that came from our love, and by nightfall, I’d lost Paul too.