After the past events, after everything that has happened and I've been through, I vowed myself one thing: that I will never criticize another's person situation, I will never judge because you never have a clue about what it's really going on, how those people got in that place and what the truth is. And most importantly, you have no right. I am not better. I am capable of doing the exact same thing. I learned this the hard way.
It all started in the summer of 2011. It was then that I started a relationship with my now future husband. It was also then that I started working as a part time waitress only during summer weekends, at weddings, just to earn some extra cash to help me through college, which I was starting that fall.
I remember like it was yesterday the first wedding I worked at. The owner of the restaurant sent me in one of the three wedding saloons, the smallest one. There I met others, some who were full time employees, others just like me. It was a small wedding so we were only 5 waiters. The first time I saw him I remember thinking that he was so handsome. He was working there the longest, being sort of a manager, in charge of all the other waiters and the wedding itself. I felt attracted to him instantly and unlike the others, he actually helped me, teaching me what the job required. We talked a lot, got to know eachother better, at least as much as the job allowed us. We were never flirty, but I could sense some sort of interest comming from him. He was always curious about me and who I was, my interests. He was funny and charismatic and I found myself getting along with him the most of all the others.
Then reality hit and I found out he was married. His wife, one of the waiters, called him "baby" and so I noticed the wedding rings on their fingers. i remember thinking I was so stupid. He was just friendly, trying to make me feel comfortable and I was already fantasizing about him. I had to stop, I was not that type. So I gathered all my feelings and thoughts about him in a box and hid it in the deepest place of my soul, never to be taken out or remembered again. I moved on. The weeks passed and I developed sort of a friendship with both of them. We were amicable.
I had this good friend, Daniel. We dated briefly while I was in highschool. It didn't worked out, instead developing a very close friendship. But that summer something changed in me. I found myself wanting stability, commitment. Something serious. I was tired of just having fun. And Daniel, he was just there. We were already great friends and I knew that my mentality changed so much since the last time we've been dating that it could work. He liked me, I liked him. He was smart and actually gave a damn about what I thought and felt. He treated me nice. He was the serious relationship type of guy. So I asked him and he agreed. We started with the idea of commitment in both our minds. And now, almost 4 years later, we were engaged, about to get married the next summer and very, very good friends with Edward, now owner of his own line of restaurants, including the one I used to work at and he used to manage and where the wedding was taking place and his wife, Tanya.
Except nobody knew what secrets I was hiding. Nobody knew what during the last 4 years really happened. Nobody knew how I really felt. Nobody except Edward, who was part of it all. It's funny how I thought I was not going to be that type.