Breaking up is hard to do. It’s especially hard when it’s a great person we are losing. I’d been seeing my personal trainer, Kristyan since January (yes, New Year’s resolution). Kristyan is a fabulous train who has pushed me to discover that my limits are much further than I ever thought. He is also a friend. I’m a huge talker so I need to connect with people who are willing to engage in interesting conversation. Kristyan dutifully fulfilled this role.
A couple of weeks ago, I was warming up on the elliptical and Kris hopped up on the machine next to me.
“How’s it going?” He asked.
“Pretty good, I guess. I mean my allergies are acting up, my bunion’s flaring, my kids are driving me nuts…” my rants usually go on for a few minutes.
When I paused to take re-hydrate, Kris took the opportunity to interject.
“So, I don’t know how to say this…”
This didn’t sound good. Was he about to tell me I had something stuck between my teeth? Or was it bigger than that? Was he going to tell me I looked like I gained wait? Bracing myself, I tensed up for whatever horrible proclamation was about to hit.
“I just put in my two weeks notice. I’m starting a new job.”
What About My Needs?
What!? I felt like I had been sucker-punched. This was so much worse than what I had been expecting. How could he do this to me!?
“Wow, um… congratulations? What will you be doing?”
“I’ll be training with people who have special needs.”
“What about my special needs? Bathing suit season is right around the corner. “I didn’t actually say this out loud but my tongue is still healing.
“I’m going to miss you. I’ve enjoyed our chats,” Kris said.
Sure you will I thought to myself. If you loved our chats so much, you wouldn’t be leaving me.
“Let me introduce you to Don, before you leave. I’d like to set you up with him.”
A set up? Okay, maybe this would be taking a positive turn… oh wait, no. Kris meant he wanted to set me up with Don as my trainer. Duh! Working out with a good-looking guy is probably better than dating him anyway.
Later That Week
A few days later, still nursing my wounds, I decided to boost myself with a much needed cut, color, and high-lighting session. Beth, my stylist and color expert, and I have been together for about eight years now. When she left her last salon, I followed her to a quaint little salon in the historic district. This was just what I needed.
I called the salon and confidently said, “I’d like to make an appointment with Becky for a cut, color, and highlights.”
After a brief pause, the voice on the other end of the line said, “Beth no longer works here… would you like to make an appointment with one of our other stylists?”
Ummm… no! I was in such shock, I think I may have just hung up. In any case, I don’t remember further conversation. This couldn’t be happening. It was bad enough that my trainer was leaving me, but my hair stylist too?! She had not just left me, but straight up ghosted me, yo! Last time she left her shop, she notified me first. How could she just leave me with no warning?
(I know this makes me sound like a self-centered, suburban, stay-at-home, drives a Honda Pilot, gets to spend her husband’s money, and has a part-time nanny mom-not that there’s anything wrong with that). Please remember that the whole premise of this blog is that I’m aingle, multi-job working, burnt out, yet whimsical mom who only has these two luxuries in her life.
How Can I Get He Back?
This could not be happening! Then, like a mistress scorned, I realized that I could fix this by finding her phone number and tracking her down. Basically, I could recreate the premise of every other Lifetime movie and become a female stocker. eth and I have a mutual friend, so I immediately found her email, apologized for not being in touch for the past five or so years and then relayed my dilemma. Luckily, my friend sensed the urgency of the situation and sent me Beth’s phone number and the information that she had opened her own salon out of her house and would be happy to hear from me.
I texted Beth immediately, checking my phone every two minutes to see if she had responded. Two days later, I finally got a brief response.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been swamped. I don’t have any availability until June 5th.”
I responded, “Can you put me on the books for that day?”
Never got a response so I guess it’s time to move on. My friends tell me to stay positive. Maybe Beth is just overwhelmed with the new business and all. She’ll call, they assure me. I really need highlights so if I am mentally preparing to find someone new, but it will never be the same.
This week I need to call the dentist. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he hasn’t decided to retire. We’ve been seeing each other twice a year for twenty years. I don’t think I can handle one more change. For now, my heart will go on. Yes, I did take that from Céline Dionne’s Titanic song.
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