Give Everyone A Chance, It May Be Their Last

When I was 11 years old, my Dad remarried for the second time.  It was not a joyful event when he told me.  “I don’t want you married anymore Dad, I want it to just be me and you.”  I didn’t understand the loneliness of a thirty six year old man obliviously.  About two weeks later, it was the moment of reckoning. I had to meet my new stepmom.  It was a cold day at the Rave Theater.  I walked up the steps of the concrete entrance and met the short, brunette, thirty one year old women and her daughter.  I did not want to meet her, I did not want my dad to marry her, and I did not want get along with her daughter.  One month later, they were married, I loved her ever since.  For four long years I adored my stepmom.  We were bestfriends.  From long car rides to the cheese farm, to cold nights at the Greek festival we were always getting along.  She left three weeks ago, she moved to her beach house, my parents are separated.  I miss my stepmom.  I’m glad I gave her the chance when I did.

I learned to never be afraid or stubborn to meet someone, because they may impact one's life in way someone could never imagine.  I finally came around to wanting to meet her, living with her, and eventually loving her.  She was a major impact on my life and now she is gone, and I never want that to happen again.