The New M.E. Generation











Fast forward a couple of years later and this time my ‘x’ left me and filed for divorce. It was a very difficult time. My father had passed suddenly early that year; my boss had made my work miserable from day one, and with my life falling apart because of these two events, he took advantage of doing everything in his power to make my performance suffer even more.

Within a 6-8 month period, the divorce was finalized, lost my job, and I moved out of my home and all that my life represented to that point.

Eventually I moved into an apartment; it was the first time ever I’ve been on my own and taking responsibility for everything.

I don’t know where my friend was in all this. My first memory into single life was he calling me to the apartment letting me know he had accepted a job in the Northeast and was already there.

He also called to introduce me to ‘his family’: a woman and son who would be living with him. Even more, he put her on the phone so we would meet.

I was so overwhelmed I didn’t question him on any details of how it all came to happen. I don’t even know (or remember) what he said about me, or our friendship, to this woman.

When she spoke to me she sounded OK, nothing then that impressed me or raised a red flag.

I was probably more concerned about losing our friendship than anything else, especially now, plus I trusted him he would do the right thing, or so I thought.

Once we both settled down, the calls went back to the usual routine. But now we would discuss our emotions more now that my relationship ended and he was in one that he referred to as ‘a marriage without papers’.

We kept supporting each other and would tell each ‘we would be fine’. But such a statement was easier said than done.

We were now more than 10 years older, gone through too many rough moments and in a stage in our lives that anything we set out to do could go either way.

Gone were the years that you felt you could overcome anything that was thrown at you, that there was a way to make things better, that by putting your best effort, you would get what you hoped for.

It was a time of ‘let’s see what happens’ and of knowing that all that had significance to you could be lost in an instance; leaving you with scars that not even the best medicine could heal.



I answered the email in the same fashion as I did with the others. I gave a quick summary of my life post-college and divorce, up to the present.

I also mentioned to this guy to pardon me as my memory was very vague and only remembered that we knew each other and dated, but no more than that. I had no idea of how we met or where, and for how long we knew each other.

I ended the email stating that I was interested in continuing the communication, to learn of his current life and, of course, how and why did you find me.

A few days later I did get my response. He basically explained that a former college friend had married a Latina girl and every time he sees her, he always wondered of my whereabouts. Plus, his friend (who also remembered me when I hanged out with the guy at hand) had been asking him for a while, ‘whatever happened to Emma?’

This guy would always reply, ‘I’m sure she’s fine. I bet she’s married with a family living who knows where and forward with her life.’

But the more he got asked, the more curious he became of finding me. He genuinely wanted to contact me, but mainly so his friend would stop annoying him about it.

Interesting enough, this guy had been searching for me in the web and an old alumni handbook, but kept misspelling my last name. It wasn’t until he finally sat down patiently to search in the book that my name was finally found. He then did the same through the web, and there I was.

And, again, it was because of a third person that had motivated someone else to contact me.

Interesting…wonder what he remembers about me from back then, and if it matches with what his friend had said about me.

I hope it’s something other than just, ‘she was hot.’



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