We met for the first time at Caribou Coffee in Royal Oak.
I noticed she had long legs, a nice smile and a pony tail when she walked in. She sat near me and I struck up a conversation with a woman I’d later call Abs. She’d become my wife. On Monday Abs and I celebrated 13 years of marriage with a quiet dinner and bottle of wine in the family dining room.
Our kids Celine, 12, and Brandon, 9, were told to stay upstairs and read while we enjoyed a quiet moment and conversation. They didn’t even sneak down once.
We had a long shot chance meeting. I was involved in a relationship that had grown stale. I was at Woody’s in Royal Oak with some of the men, talking and flirting with women. And all of a sudden I grew tired of it. I told them I was leaving. They told me to stay because one of the women was interested in me. I said I will pass.
I walked to Caribou for hot cinnamon spice tea. That is where I met Abs and we later walked to Memphis Smoke for dinner. I even got a dance with her that night. She tried to shake my hand at the end of the evening and I blew right through her stop sign and gave her a hug.
The next evening I drove over to my girlfriend’s apartment and broke up.
“There is another woman,” she said.
I admitted there was.
“You will be back,” she said.
I never did.
Now I am a husband, a father, bread winner living in a nice house in the burbs. Life is cool. I enjoy the quiet of home, the noise of the children and date night with my wife. It is safe and peaceful.
I don’t get to enjoy it as much as I’d like because balancing two jobs is tough. I go to games and sports bars and eat dinner alone on the other side of town after an interview. Sometimes when I get home everybody is sleep. But it is just comforting to know my gang is all there.
Happy 13th Abby. I love you and yes I will take out the garbage in the morning.