Reunion With a Girl I Liked When I Was 16 Years Old

A girl I once dated when I was 16 years old found me on Facebook about 35 years later. We met up and had dinner. She told me about her two kids, the ones she had with an alcoholic, drug addicted thug she married back in high school. According to her, they were doing fine.

Then she asked if I was married. When I told her I was divorced and would never marry again, her face dropped. She was visibly disappointed. She tried to push the idea that I could “correct the errors” I made in my past marriage and make my next one better.

Of course. Because in her world, it’s always the man’s fault.

She picked the wrong guy. He wrecked her life. But somehow, it’s still on me to fix what she thinks is broken. That’s the script.

It’s always a man’s fault.