My girlfriend Nora and I went to our favorite restaurant one day. Nothing foreshadowed any trouble. A new waiter brought us champagne. Suddenly, Nora’s face turned crimson with anger!
I looked closer and saw a ring in Nora’s glass. But this was some mistake—I wasn’t planning to propose, at least not yet! Nevertheless, Nora started screaming like crazy.
Her: “NO, NO, NO, CHARLIE! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!”
Me: “Nora, it’s…”
Her: “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR A WORD! THIS IS THE WORST THING YOU COULD HAVE DONE!”
Me: “Calm down. The orders got mixed up; I didn’t do anything.”
Her: “Oh, really? Well, then it’s all fine.”
Me: “Fine? We’ve been dating for three years. You reacted like this to me proposing? You think that’s fine?”
Her: “You…you’re making a problem out of nothing!”
Me: “What are you hiding from me?”
Nora’s face fell, her anger suddenly replaced by a mixture of fear and guilt. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. I pressed on.
Me: “Nora, we’ve been together for three years. Why would you react like this? What’s going on?”
Her eyes darted around the restaurant, looking anywhere but at me. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke in a shaky voice.
Her: “Charlie, there’s something I haven’t told you. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I thought it would never come up. But now…”
Me: “What is it, Nora?”
Her: “I’m married.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at her, trying to process what she had just said.
Me: “Married? How…when?”
Her: “It was before we met. I got married young, and it didn’t work out. We separated, but we never got divorced. I’ve been trying to get the courage to tell you, but I couldn’t find the right moment.”
I felt a mix of emotions—betrayal, confusion, anger. But most of all, I felt relieved that I hadn’t proposed. This mistake had indeed saved my life.
Me: “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her: “I was scared, Charlie. I didn’t want to lose you.”
Me: “You should have been honest with me. How can we have a future if you’re hiding such a big part of your past?”
Nora’s eyes filled with tears, and she reached out to touch my hand, but I pulled away. I needed time to think, to process everything.
Me: “I need some time, Nora. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”
Her: “Please, Charlie. Give me a chance to make this right.”
I stood up and left the restaurant, leaving Nora sitting there with tears streaming down her face. As I walked away, I realized that this mistake had indeed saved me from making a bigger one. It was a harsh lesson, but one I needed to learn.
Over the next few days, I thought a lot about our relationship and what I wanted for my future. I decided to focus on myself for a while, to heal and move forward. Nora tried to reach out, but I needed space.
In the end, the mix-up at the restaurant had been a blessing in disguise. It showed me the truth and gave me the chance to reevaluate my life and my choices. And for that, I was grateful.
