Some people come into your life and leave a mark you can't erase. For me, that person was Gladys. This is our story.
I first met Gladys on my very first day of high school, although we had already been talking on the phone for about three years before that. From the start, I had strong feelings for her. I even asked her to be my girlfriend, but she turned me down. Years went by, and after we both finished school, I asked her out again. This time, she told me she already had a boyfriend she loved-but she also said we could still act like we were dating. Because I cared about her so much, I accepted that situation, even though deep down I knew it wasn't right. After a while, things got complicated. Someone had promised to send me money, but the message came through her phone. Her boyfriend saw it, got upset, and responded to the person in a disrespectful way. As a result, that person blocked me. When I told Gladys about it, she got angry at me. I got angry at her too. Out of frustration, I made a mistake-I hacked her email. After that, we stopped talking. Some time later, she called me asking about her email. At first, I pretended I didn't know anything, but eventually I gave it back to her. We still didn't speak again for a long while. I eventually moved to another state for work. Then one day, she texted me out of the blue. I asked her how life had been treating her, and she said it was good. When I asked about her boyfriend, she said he wasn't around and that they might even break up. That same day, she told me she wanted a man who would love her and truly care for her. The truth is, I still have strong feelings for Gladys. But I also know, deep inside, that if her boyfriend came back, she might run back to him. And that's the hardest part for me-because my heart is still with her.
"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me.
"How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line.
"I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday.
"Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further.
"Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy.
"Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks.
"Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time.
"Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth.
"Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it.
"Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued.
"We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears.
What the fuck?
I have a wife and a four-year-old son.