I wrote this yesterday, then forgot to post it. Oops!
There once was a chance I didn’t take.
It was 30 years ago. We’d been together just a few months when our youth and lack of knowledge meant you got pregnant. Our relationship, we both sort of knew, had run its course before then. The sex was pretty great back then, but we had nothing else in common to keep us together. Opposites do not always attract – at least not in the long term. But I was serving in the forces at the time and the whole honour and duty thing also extended to cover situations like this. I didn’t even dream of leaving you.
Our relationship got worse and worse and then the sex stopped, but we both hung on – perhaps out of stubbornness. Some months after our baby was born, we had a blazing row over something or other and you tried to pack your bags and walk out. I stopped you, fool that I was. We were neither of us happy but the baby held us together at some level.
So that was the chance I didn’t take. My life would have been very different had I let you go. But, perhaps I would never then have met Silverdrop these many years later. So, honestly, I don’t quite know whether to regret that chance not taken, or not.