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March 7, 2018

Amy sat in the dark of her bedroom and contemplated her choices.  After careful deliberation she realized she had none.  Hank had put the cards on the table.  She could either go on without him or continue to see him at his leisure.  The wedding was Sunday, and she knew without thinking that she would ease into the back of the church to finally get a glimpse of the woman she’d envied for the past two years.

As she sat thinking, she recalled when she and Hank first met six years ago, and how frank he had been about the other women in his life.  He had been irresistible; because of the way he made her feel when they were together.  But now, it was different.  He was in love, he said, but willing to still see Amy when he could, as long as she could handle it.

Tears formed in her eyes as she thought of all the men in her life who had always chosen someone else over her.  First her father, who left her mother for another woman, and they never saw him again.  Then her husband, who moved out when she was at work one day, and went back to his ex-wife.

But she had never loved a man the way she loved Hank, and for her, life held no future without him.  Amy was convinced that true love was not a part of her destiny, and so she resigned herself to accepting the scraps from another’s table.

She dozed off to sleep and when she awoke, it came to her that no one could love her, until she learned to love herself.  She sat up in the chair and turned on the lamp.  The light illuminated her revelation.  She reached for the phone to tell Hank goodbye.  She would go to church on Sunday, but not to his wedding.


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