Rebecca was from a poor family, and also lived with her aunt, because her mother was always at work, she could not and did not want to look after her daughter, so she gave her to the care of her sister. At first Rebecca was a beloved niece, but when her aunt had her own daughter at age six, everyone forgot about Rebecca again. Because of this, at fifteen all she constantly talked about was boyfriends, the dates she had been on, the messages she received. She wasn’t shy, saying that she wanted to find someone very rich and get married as soon as possible, just to move out of her aunt’s house and live in a better place.
I was a passing friend in Rebecca’s life, more like we were forced to talk during recess or gym class when we forgot our uniforms. I always nodded at her words about boys, but I did not support her desire to be with anyone. Rebecca, however, never listened, and in her senior year she shared the “great news” with us-she had found the one. He’s rich, handsome, eight years older than her, and he has a wife, but who cares?
It was impossible to talk her out of anything, she was adamant and thought the rich fairy-tale prince was perfect, even though he had another woman. Rebecca and other classmates monitored the girls in the profile of her lover, looking for the profile of his wife, and when found, Rebecca herself wrote to a rival, admitting that the mistress. As proof, she posted photos of herself and her correspondence.
She got her way and the two divorced. Since school was out, I didn’t know if Rebecca ended up marrying the man and all the pitfalls, and I wasn’t really interested. It just so happened that we bumped into each other in the beauty salon and she brought it up herself. She looked very well-groomed and rich, but not because of the married suitor.
– He turned out to be a miser. He was angry that I had separated him from his wife, and he was abusive,” Rebecca had a slight smile on her lips that was meant to dilute the seriousness of what she was saying. – So I left him. I’m still not married, but I don’t need to be – I have a great job and I am able to buy my own things. It turns out it’s a lot better than chasing men.
So that was her change of heart after she had done people grief (or maybe not?)…
