Oct 05 2007
The End of Ben
Soap Opera Sunday, folks.
I confess, I’m starting to feel rather trapped by this soap opera.
So, I’m going to skip to the end.
“I’m leaving, ” I said.
He laughed.
“No, I really am. There’s no reason to be here anymore. I’m moving home.”
“No reason? Well… I’m here.”
I rolled my eyes. He and I both knew that what we had was a total joke.
“So, you’re running away,” he said.
“I’m not running away. I’m following my gut and getting out of here.”
“And how much of this ‘gut-feeling’ has to do with that guy you met in Park City?”
Well, he was kinda right. I’d met the most amazing boy in Park City a few months before and I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him or talking about him with my girlfriends, and Ben had picked up on all of it.
But there was more to it than that. I HAD to move back north. I didn’t know why, but my soul wouldn’t be quiet until I did. And maybe I was “running away”—I needed to get out of this mess of Ben-ness, and moving a couple hundred miles away seemed like a way to end it once and for all.
So I packed my things, loaded up my little Ford with all my crap, and without thinking about how I had no job and no where to live, I made arrangements to leave the next morning.
Sometime before my alarm went off in the morning, Ben came into my apartment, grabbed my keys, and said something about needing to borrow my car and he’d bring it right back. I must have been extremely tired or delirious, because I didn’t scream, “DON’T TOUCH MY CAR, YOU IDIOT!!!”
I got up, got ready, tied up all the loose ends, and then sat on the couch and waited. And waited. Where was he? Where was my CAR? How DARE he just swoop in and take my keys!!!!
Finally, he showed up. I started screaming at him, and he gently put his hand over my mouth and said, “I got your oil changed, because I knew you’d never do it. I had your tires rotated too—it’s a long drive. And I filled your gas tank, so you should be able to get all the way to Provo without having to stop.”
I was flabbergasted. After a minute of just staring and gawking at him, I said, “I think that’s the first unselfish thing you’ve done since I met you.”
He smiled sadly. “I think you’re right.”
That was the last time I ever saw Ben.
Once I got to Provo, everything worked out for me. I found a place to live and I got a killer job that miraculously opened up in a company that my sister worked at. They knew nothing about me, but they knew and loved her, and gave me a job I certainly didn’t deserve. Everything was like a faerytale.
And, above all else, within a fortnight of moving back north I was dating the boy I’d met in Park City. And I was head over heels in love. And I still am.
Within the year, we were married.
(Hey, I TOLD you the story ended with my wedding!)
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Okay, tonight you’ll have to leave your SOS posts at Kate’s Mr. Linky. I’ll copy and paste it from her when the list is complete! Hope everyone has a happy SOS!
Wow . . . that was so nice that Ben did that for you. And it’s lovely when things fall into place when we do what we’re supposed to do . . . !
Wow. Umm, there’s obviously a lot you skipped, so I hope you fill in some day. Love that it all worked out!
Well I’m glad it worked out but Deedee’s right, we need some more details!
I honestly don’t think I knew Ben did that! Maybe he wasn’t a TOTAL loser after all!
And yay for Park City Boy
He’s amazing and perfect for you.
Hurray! I love stories that end with a wedding.
It’s a good thing that “Clever Trevor” doesn’t. Of course, “CT” hasn’t officially ended yet. Hopefully next week.
Sometimes even the wrong boy does the right thing.
Good story, my dear.
Nice Ben. Nice Brillig! And your gut was so right. Isn’t it interesting when you just know. I called a friend the night I first went out with my now DH and said, “I just went on a date with the man I’m going to marry.” And she laughed at me. Totally. But I was right.
I agree, we need more details. When you can, revisit this one! It was a great story and I’m glad that everything worked out in the end. It usually does! I need to work on my SOS.
I’m impressed that Ben smartened up and helped you out when you’d put your mind toward that change.
Sometime, I would like to hear more.
Thank you for skipping to the end like that, I don’t think I could have waited any longer!
It’s amazing how when you follow your gut things have a way of working out! Great ending to this Soap Opera.
Proof that, under the right circumstances, bad boys can be good guys.
Following your instincts is the only way to happiness — I’m glad you followed yours!
pretty amazing about changing the oil! wow. Weird twist
My SOS is up..sorry… better late than never ???
Hooray for gut feelings. And nice men who turn into nice husbands. Great story!
My SOS is up. Yay!
Ummm…HELLO? BIG details missing!! Like…what happened on that date????
Grr, Brillig, Grr!
I’m glad it ended happily, though. And I’m glad he realized that was the way it should be and did something nice for you. You never know…what if you would have blown a tire…decided not to go afterall…hmmm…
What a great - and unexpected - ending to this story!
I love how your soul demanded you move. How much you were being looked out for! Just amazing, isn’t it?
Do hope we get to hear more details about your Park City boy some day!
This was very well written, well crafted.
Mike
i’m glad i finally found the end! great story…with a faerytale ending!