Looking For Ward 3/6/07
Chloe,
Sorry I couldn’t get back to you yesterday. I had the stomach flu and it was horrific. I did go the fitting for my dress, but I’ll have to go back because I probably lost a few pounds; the last couple of days I’ve kept absolutely nothing down. However, nannies apparently don’t get sick days, because I was still expected to watch after Emily and Ernie. Too short of notice for me to have the day off, they said. I should have complained more because I expect the kids will have caught my bug and we’ll all be miserable again. Plus, it will be my fault (by consensus).
Anyhow, I was glad to read that you have let Owen in on your secret. It was too much for you to bear alone, and I can’t help you very much all the way from NYC. I still believe you should tell your parents but I understand why you are resisting. Perhaps you are right, and it will all turn out sunny and happy and Ward will be back soon.
But Chloe – is that what you want? You have to be just a little bit angry. Even if he’s fine and there’s a perfectly good explanation, think about it. He’s escaping the final stages of wedding planning, leaving you in the lurch and having to cover for him as well. It’s not exactly a good way to begin a marriage based off of trust and openness.
Do you remember that night back in college when we went mini-golfing? Sophomore year, I think it was. You and Ward were in some sort of a fight, and I remember you let him win. Except Owen and I weren’t willing to play along, so he only came in third, with Owen in second place and me having won. I remember only because that was the first night Owen ever kissed me. I had just scored a hole in one and I was performing a little victory dance when he pulled me behind the windmill and laid one on me. You and Ward weren’t even aware, because I could hear you in the background, placating Ward as he was setting up his shot. I bring it up now because I remember thinking: is this what always happens? Do we start out attracting them with our wit and success, then finish by sacrificing ourselves to boost them up?
I realize it’s an unfair analogy, and we’ve obviously all changed since college – most of all Ward. But think about it, Chloe. Because I would hate to think that what’s happening here is that you’re sacrificing your own game while Ward is off playing by his own set of rules. And I wouldn’t be saying this if you weren’t my best friend.
So don’t be mad.
Love,
Bethany
Laurel Osterkamp
author of Following My Toes
Copyright 2007 Laurel Osterkamp. All rights reserved
posted by Laurel | 5:18 PM
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