One day my fiancé and I were having our afternoon ritual of sex before the kids got home. Everything was going well, but when I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, there he was. I was in complete shock and froze up. In the middle of the most intimate moment, my ex-boyfriend from seventeen years ago just popped into my head. His face was as clear to me as if he were standing in front of me. I got up and ran into the kitchen to gather myself. I returned and told my fiancé that I forgot to turn off the oven. I hadn’t thought about him for about sixteen years, since our graduation. I couldn’t function for about three days. I blew it off. It was hard to forget, but I got busy and called his mother to get his number. I called him about two weeks after that incident and found out that he hadn’t thought of me in years either. We talked for a short time and spoke of the old days and I haven’t spoken to him since. Anyone want to take a gander at what that might possibly meant? Why did I think of him and at that particular moment? I guess some things are better left to ponder. Meanwhile, I appreciate every waking day with the family I have. My fiancé, my four children, our two cats, and four fish are family and concern enough for me. I love all the little things we do as a family, such as eating dinner together, helping the children with their homework, camping trips in the summer, and renting movies in the winter. I have found peace in the one thing that matters most. FAMILY MATTERS!!
