Remember when you got that big girl job and you thought you were such a big shot
Remember when you met that guy who seemed to have it all figured out
Remember when you loved the idea that the guy was passionate and creative but still was reasonable, with a good head on his shoulders; smart, realistic, etc
Remember when you thought you were so cool that you could keep an interoffice relationship mellow
Remember when you thought that he was the one
Remember when you both started to have doubts but at the same time couldn’t imagine finding anyone more perfect for you
Remember when you went on a break but you talked every day
Remember when he was so pissed that you hadn’t made more of an effort to introduce him to your parents, your sibling, etc
Remember when he mentioned someone else
Remember when he asked you how to propose to that someone else, even though he already popped the question three weeks ago
Remember when you were helpful and caring and supportive even though you were sick to your stomach
Remember when he went on vacation, except it was his marriage ceremony
Remember when you felt “off”
Remember when you asked him over, and over, and over again for eight months if there was something he had forgotten to mention
Remember when he told you, the day before he took off for paternity leave
Remember when, months and months later, someone reminded you of how cute you two were
Remember when you referenced his fiancé and your colleagues grabbed your left hand to see the ring that wasn’t there
Remember when it became acceptable for everyone to recall such a fun memory that all had transpired over the course of a year
A night full of “remember when” only reminded me why I am so careful with my own heart in the first place.
For those of you who have had doubts that I took my own romantic sensibilities please rest assure that while my experiences may be limited, they are still very relevant and that my position still allows me to sympathize or empathize with my fellow readers.
I know what it means to stay up all night listening to sappy songs while consuming absurd amounts of dark chocolate only to face the morning, and his face every single day for the foreseeable future.
Luckily I also know that despite these hiccups, there are days, several in a row in fact in which the sun seems to shine a little bit brighter and the entire male species doesn’t lose all potential.
However I also know there are days like this. Days in which the initial offense could be light years away and yet you will feel the sting as if you had been burned just yesterday.
In either instance, please know that I will be there
Your forever friend and confidant
The interventionista