Jul 20, 2009 07:16
It came up so unexpectedly that I almost didn't have time to leave the room. During the middle of the couples dance, where the DJ weeded out the couples until we found out who had been married the longest, I got sad. Very very sad. I took a deep breath to calm down, which was noticed by one of my "plus ones". I lied and said I was okay, sat for a few seconds, and walked out. I composed myself in a phone booth in case I ran into anyone in the hall, headed outside and cried.
I cried because I missed my mom. I cried because my parents will never be the last couple left on the dance floor. I cried because I missed SteelersBoy...well more because I missed the idea of SteelersBoy and all he had to offer. I cried because I was jealous of the bride and groom and this new direction in their life. Eventually I stopped and made my way back inside, back to the table for a quick drink before heading out to the dance floor.
One day I'll be able to get through a friends big life event without crying. Now, I just sporadically cry.
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