There is nothing sadder than something not fulfilling the purpose for which it was made! I often wonder am I fulfilling the purpose for which I was made? I have a dress that I bought for a specific occasion. It is a stunning black dress, but sadly the occasion in particular is not going to happen. So there it hangs in my cupboard, it's very existence mocking me a reminder of an event never to be, Like and unworn wedding dress after the engagement has been broken.
When I was little, and my mom was single, I remember her courtng days .Looking for the man who could possibly be 'the one' The string of suitors who came around to see her were all told I was her sister until she was sure (usually around the third date) that knowing she had a child would not chase them away. Once they knew about me, that's when all the "let's suck up to your daughter" behaviour began They thought being nice to the offspring would cement their relationship. (My mom, I am told was quite the player in her day). The two 'suitors' that stood out the most for me, was Andrew and Arthur. Quite coincidentally they both had names that begin with A. Andrew drove a motorcycle and went for karate lessons. I remember riding on the back of his motorbike to watch him do karate as part of some sort of mom's boyfriend/child bonding. Then there was Arthur, who actually got as far as proposing and getting engaged. All seemed set to go, when suddenly my mom backed out (I was too young to understand why at the time and since then never thought to ask) just days before the wedding day. My prospective dad now gone. Her wedding dress, never to fulfill the purpose for which it was made. Just like my black dress.
