I was a first year college student when I met an extraordinary lady. She was a 3rd year law student at the time. She was not just a pretty lady. She was also one of the smartest I met in my entire life. She was, at the time, wooed by numerous beaux from various law schools. Her relationships, though I believe were serious, were all behind her priorities, her family and her career. A year after her graduation from the Law School, she took the bar exam and passed. We started to call her ‘Attorney…’ I was happy for her and somehow flattered and honored that she was my friend.
As we got older, however, her number of suitors, diminished. I guess it was not because her beauty and charm have faded, I think the reason was that she became a little more intimidating being attorney and all.. Time passed and we parted ways except for occasional text messages.
I got married and had 3 children. My friend? Still single and on top of her career. One time, I had the courage to ask her if she is happy. She isn’t. She’s in her mid 40s and almost passed child bearing years. She normally asks about my kids and doesn’t get tired of saying how lucky I am to have produced 3 when she’s not sure she could even have 1.
She may not admit it to anyone, but deep inside, I believe despite her success with her career, she wanted to have things differently.
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