The year was 1982. We danced to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album and watched “E.T.” on the silver screen. John Belushi died and Prince William was born. We exercised to Jane Fonda video tapes and never missed watching “Dynasty” on TV. Gas cost 91 cents a gallon and a stamp two dimes. We were spooked by the Tylenol scare and held our breath as the recession began.
It was a year of promise and pain, of sweetness and sorrow.
But it was OUR year.
Sue (Yearbook post/1982)
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4/15/12
Sue and I are still close. She’s the only friend from high school that I've kept in touch with. And that’s mostly because she made the effort long before I started to carry some of the water.
After high school, Sue got a job as a secretary for an attorney. That’s how she met her husband. He was an attorney, too. Turned out he liked beating women. The only thing good that came out of that marriage was Chloe.
When Sue asked me to be Chloe’s godmother, I was speechless. I love Chloe as if she were mine. I always thought I would have kids. I wanted kids. It just never happened. Just like finding the right guy to spend my life with never happened. I had been close a few times, but there was always something that stopped me from taking that final step. It wasn’t that I was scared, more like unsure that I loved him enough.
So as the years passed my work became my life. And, now that I'm pushing 40 and I know that time is running out, I'm thinking about having the baby I've always wanted -- even if it means doing it alone. I see how Sue and Chloe are and I want that, too. I know it won't be easy being a single mother, but I'm used to things not being easy.
Other posts in this blog series
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