Mary, as I explained in Part One of this story had spent all of her fertile years concentrating on her journalism career and subsequently missed out on motherhood. She now regrets becoming too old to bear children and reflects on the love that cannot be expressed.
When Mary was 20 she began dating a fellow university classmate. They hung around together at pubs and clubs and Mary always assumed that he would eventually be the one to bear her children once he had settled down. I asked Mary why she missed the opportunity to have children and she explained that when you are in your early twenties you simply feel it will just happen sooner or later.
When Mary and her boyfriend were both 25 they had attended a festival together and he became a nightmare, getting drunk every day and taking drugs and too far gone to perform in the bedroom at night, or in this case the sleeping bag inside their tent. Mary got home from the festival and decided she would end the relationship. He simply was not ready to settle down and Mary wanted some body who would be more settled.
When she was 28, following a series of three or dates that never really worked out, she met a man she felt was “the one”. For three years she became hopelessly head over heels in love with her tall 34-year-old handsome man until one day, a friend told her that she had seen her boyfriend in a coffee bar talking with a woman when he was supposed to be at work. It may have been just a business meeting she thought. But all the time her suspicions kept popping up that he may be having an affair.
When her friend passed the same coffee bar around a month later and again at lunch time and spotted Mary’s boyfriend queuing up with the same woman she had seen before, she immediately smelled a rat and got on her mobile phone and called Mary. She told Mary what she saw. Mary went to the coffee bar and saw with her own eyes, her boyfriend holding hands with another woman.
She never spoke to him again. She just went straight out and found another man, more on the rebound. Then at the age of 39 she met an old flame and eventually she got pregnant. But 11 weeks into her pregnancy she miscarried. She became pregnant again a year later but was so nervous. She was not surprised that eventually after 10 weeks that baby also miscarried.
Part One of this story can be found here
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