I feel as if I've gone through most of my life holding my breath, waiting for disaster to strike. So if disaster is lightning, thunder is rumbling uncomfortably nearby.
K called this evening, in tears, to say that she was pretty sure that KC was going to break up with her. She has no idea what happened to make things change, but something has changed . . . seemingly not for the better.
G and I have walked down this path with K before. Three years ago her DePaul boyfriend broke up with her over the phone on their six-month anniversary. K was blindsided. The timing couldn't have been worse -- a week or so before final exams. It took K a long time to recover from that hurt, a long time before she was willing to be vulnerable and willing to trust again.
If KC does break up with K, the repercussions will be huge. They work together in a relatively small (both in head count and square footage) office. They have a number of friends in common. KC's family likes K and she likes them. We, in turn, like KC and have enjoyed the time we've spent with him.
I love K and would do almost anything to keep her from being hurt, but it's already too late for that. She has been hurt and her trust in KC has been shaken. I don't know what to do except pray and hold my breath.
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