My sister (we'll call her #6) called me a couple days ago to fill me in on the latest scoop emerging from another town. Okay, from #1's neighboring town. Still with me? #6 goes on to tell me that the news is, circling around #1's community, ..#6 and her man are divorcing. Seriously. Ridiculous!
Instantly I knew who started the rumor (which is FALSE, as they are just a few weeks away from their 27th anniversary). The culprit happened to be telling this rumor to #6's friend. Who said, "No. They Are Not. I would KNOW." Culprit then assured her that it must be true as she herself witnessed #6 walking into Target holding hands with a black man. #6's friend informed Culprit that #6's younger sister is married to a Black Man. (By the way, I consider myself married to a RockStar of Ethiopian heritage, and wonderful partner, father, joker, who left his home country for some adventure, to fulfill his destiny of becoming my lobster.)
Figure it out, friends? Culprit saw me holding hands with my husband of five years, and I saw her. Which is why I said "Hello" all friendly like. So it came down to a case of mistaken identity. Mari, lets just put it out there, and I are often confused, but most often it doesn't result in much emotion, other than thrilling the elder of this set of twins. She is totally 10 years my senior. So what? I look like I have skipped my 30's and crinkled right into 44? I don't think so, Lady.
When Mari called to tell me this story, I thought it was hilarious. Then I shared it with some women of FB who have some ties to that area. It just made me laugh, and I figured they would get a kick out of it! But it still hasn't left me. This morning as I was washing up, my eyes seemed baggier, and more wrinkled. And looking like my lovely sister would not make those things more true; something dark in that gossip has settled in my mind for the moment. It is not expected to linger much longer, but I can feel it there, behind my Botox free forehead. Culprit's mistaking me for my sister is funny, her assumption that my sister's marriage was in collapse hints at her own sadness, perhaps.
And for now, I am 34. At least until July!