“I consider myself a man of the world,” he said.
That’s who he is. You might also remember I have also described him as my Harry… Referring to the character from Sex and the City. And he is, without question, The Candy Man.
We’ve been revolving around each other for something like 5 years now. It was bumpy at first. Then difficult in the middle. We split up when he came to this realization that he wants kids. He wants them so much and in the conventional fashion. The traditional experience… which I found difficult for many reasons.
First, there is nothing traditional or conventional about this man, and second… I can’t give him that. I had some issues years ago, and had to have a hysterectomy. I can not carry a child.
So, off we went in our separate directions, then bounced back together, then apart, then he gets promoted, and he’s back in my air space again working out of the same office.
The only problem is, The Candy Man is married. Now, he’s married, to someone else.
You see, during one of our bounce backs, I happened to be in the neighborhood where he was buying a piece of land to build a house on. I thought I’d go take a look. Gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking place and piece of land… and as I drove through, I saw his truck and his dog.
So, of course I stopped. I waited with his dog Ramone, looking around, no people in sight. So I text him, “hey, I was driving through and saw your truck. I’m over here with Ramone.”
I expected him to come walking out of the treeline any minute, but instead… I saw her. Lucky for me, I was all put together and looking BAM! I had some idea of who she might be as I saw her coming towards me with Brock (his other dog) at her side.
The Candy Man often has family from all over the world staying with him. They travel in from Eastern Europe pretty much every year and some how make their way down to his little rental place on the mountain.
I introduced myself. She spoke very smooth english. She was the friend and traveling companion of his young cousin. Dressed in joggers and an oversized t-shirt advertising some type of brew fest. Hair pulled back and sunglasses on.
As I sized her up and we talked, well, mostly she talked. It became clear to me that she was staking her claim. I let her roll with it, telling me they were fostering a dog and they had planted a tree… blah, blah, blah.
See, despite our bounce back, I was fully aware that The Candy Man still wanted children and his traditional experience. Next time I saw him, I laid it all out. He said she’d mentioned it, in my opinion, knowing she had attempted to mislead me, she tried to explain it away. He didn’t understand what the big deal was. She complained that her english wasn’t so great or that I wasn’t speaking clearly. (Try again honey, that’s what i do for a living).
I finally told him, “I may not understand Russian, but I understand “woman” and she clearly has designs on you. There’s something there, at least on her end.”
He looked at me with surprise. Oblivious to whatever she may have been trying to do. “Maybe you should talk to her,” I said.
“What do you mean?” he asked. We talked about her. How old is she? Is she educated? Can you have an intelligent conversation with her? She seems pretty enough and trim enough.
“You think she’s pretty?” he asked. I said “I don’t know” with a shrug, “pretty enough.”
Six weeks later, he married her. I found out like 6 months later.
Now, it’s been two years. No babies, and it turns out, it’s not working out. They’re very different people. She’s a vegan, a runner and obsessive health nut and he’s well… He’s not.
We’ve been sharing time again for a while now. Here’s the rub. She’s not a US Citizen. Yet. A couple more years before that can happen. They’ve discussed their predicament. Their situation. No romance. No passion but they are good friends.
She has a green card but 3 more years before she can apply for citizenship. And The Candy Man, he’s going to do what he thinks is right, whatever the consequences. He believes she came here with the best of intentions, and he doesn’t want to do wrong by her. He knows what it’s like in Eastern Europe. He knows how many more opportunities she will have here.
As for me, I think she’s a sneaky manipulative woman. I don’t think they were ever on the same page. I think they both had their agendas coming in to this, but at least she’s kind to him.
In his words “Cadence, I love you. You’re the love of my life and I left you because I thought she could give me something you couldn’t… but it turns out it doesn’t even matter if you’re not with the person you want to be with.” I was absolutely struck dumb trying to absorb that.
There’s no one like him. 41 years old. I have known many people from all over the world. All different types of men, and there is no one like him. I’m not going anywhere… There’s no where else I’d rather be.
Three years? I’ve got kids to get through school and off to college in that time. Moving to a new level after that would be so natural…
It does make me ache not to be able to be more of a part of his life here and now, but who knows what might happen? She could change her mind and go back. She could meet someone else. The possibilities are endless. As far as the here and now goes… I’m in.