As time wore on, each of our relationships ended. We confided in each other about the feelings we were able to share with the other people we’d dated since our breakup, and the challenges that each of our partners had with us still living together.
Then, G met someone. He’d gone to work at a law firm and K, the new man in his life, was his boss. The last guy he had gone out with was jealous beyond control of our friendship and I hoped for both our sakes that wouldn’t happen again. But when I met K, I immediately knew it wouldn’t. He’s one of those guys who always has a kind word for everyone, and a heart so big it shows on the outside of his shirt. In the months after they met, G started culinary school, leaving K waiting for him to get out of class most evenings. Often he was at our house while he waited, so K and I began to form a close friendship.
One morning last fall, G surprised me by asking me to be the best man in his wedding to K in Spain. I don’t know why, but I started crying. I was happy for him that he had finally found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but sad for me that I had not yet found that person. All I could do was say yes and cry. I knew everything would have to change. And selfishly I knew it would mean moving from our house, and moving on to another phase in life. I finally understood the experience that so many of my single girl friends had tried to explain to me. While I felt complete happiness for G and K, I was also unbelievably sad and frustrated at the exact same time, and I wondered when I would find the kind of meaningful relationship that G and K have.
Over Thanksgiving, we all traveled to a tiny town outside Barcelona to make it official…and legal. Having seen G evolve into the man he is now—someone who has found not only himself, but also the person that makes him a better person—made me realize there really was someone else out there who was better for him…and also someone better for me.
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