Over the past few weeks, I’ve been confronted with an unpleasant reality. One that has me considering strongly the kind of relationships I develop with the opposite sex. Its not so much of a unique situation, but it is one a lot of young adults my age eventually have to confront. Think about the short story you’re about to read…. You might not be in the same situation, but trust me, there’s someone you know who is….
He sat at the restaurant staring out the window, waiting for her to come, something inside told him she wouldn’t. He hoped it was just the negativity in him echoing.
They had come this far and he wasn’t willing to throw it all away after 3 years.
He didn’t want to believe the two of them having the AS blood type was enough to keep them apart.
Truth be told he had an idea of the reality of the situation; his mum who had passed away 7 years ago had the SS blood type, he and his two other siblings were all AS but no one really talked to them about it. In fact it was never discussed within the family. He had lived his life like every normal kid would.
Then he met her, vibrant, beautiful, intelligent and most of the things he wanted in a woman. She had been difficult to woo initially but as time passed they were inseparable.
Their relationship wasn’t extraordinary but it was honest, emotional and they saw a future with each other. Their friends made them a reference point and there was definitely envy and jealousy. They had their sad moments, trying ones but they survived.
Everything changed one morning, over breakfast. As one of the requirements for her new job she had to undergo a medical examination so her blood sample was taken a few days before. They were sitting in his apartment having breakfast that morning when she asked him what his blood type was. Once he answered her there was a sudden change in her demeanour.
When he asked her what was wrong she looked at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen. She got up so abruptly and ran into the bedroom. Minutes later she was all dressed up, leaving so hurriedly she barely told him good bye.
He didn’t hear from her for a week, she refused to answer his calls and when he went over to her house, members of her family seemed unwilling to let him see her.
At the end of the week she had sent him a message; “meet me at Barney’s for lunch, we need to talk” .
It came as a surprise, why Barney’s?
She hated the place, felt their kidney sauce was over priced and the desert servings could have been better. Considering the situation, he couldn’t complain.
So there he was, sitting there, waiting for her. It had been over an hour since he got to Barney’s and there was still no sign of her. He soon found himself ordering some desert to pass the time which reminded him of her.
As he stared down at the small bowl of ice cream he was picking at he gave out an audible sigh then looked up.
There she was, walking into Barney’s. She didn’t look better than he did.
As soon as she sat down he had over a hundred questions almost spilling out of his mouth the he wanted answers to.
She cut him off before he could start. “I’m going to make this as brief as possible because you know I hate this place. I’m breaking up with you”
His mind was blank, nothing had prepared him for this. What did he do? Didn’t he seem serious enough? Had her parents chosen someone else over him?
The only thing he could mutter was; “why?”
Her eyes were getting teary and she was afraid she was going to cause a scene. “We can’t be together anymore cause our blood types won’t allow it, we’re both AS dear…”
He didn’t know what to say, but now memories of his mum came flooding back, repressed emotions.
“We can’t throw 3 years away just like that…” even as he uttered those words he knew there was no use arguing.
“I’ve spent the past week talking to my parents and doing research, the chances of us giving birth to children with out the SS blood type are slim. The only other option is through a medical procedure that goes against my religious and ethical beliefs…” She obviously had done extensive research and pour out every thing she knew.
He sat there listening with a heavy heart knowing there was nothing he could do, for a woman he knew had always looked forward to having her own kids the option of adoption was out of it.
“So that’s it?” He said this hoping some answer hung somewhere in the air between them that he could pluck at.
“I’m sorry dear, but the sooner the better, I don’t know what its going to be like from now on, but I know we have to move on some how.” Her voice had begun to crack and in a rush she stood up and said a tearful goodbye. It was either that or causing a scene in her most loathed restaurant.
He watched her walk out of his life and he knew there was nothing he could do.
So there you have it folks…a purely fictional story but one I hope you all can relate to.