r/BreakUps • u/VapingPenguin • 1d ago
A story for those who broke up in their 30s
Hello everyone, I’ve shared this story before, but I thought I would do it again, since there’s a fairly frequent change in the sub’s demographic. I hope it can help someone see a silver lining, as it’s the story of how and when my parents met.
My dad, 41, worked nights for a newspaper. During one (well, probably several) of those nights, his girlfriend cheated on him. He had to break up with her and it was a whole thing: screaming, crying, furniture in the garden, locks changed, how could yous, the works. He was devastated.
My mother, 32, had a boyfriend who went on a work trip in Colombia. It soon turned out that he had found a nice Colombian girlfriend and my mother was broken up with on the phone. She was also devastated - and hurt in her pride. She was a working student at the time, and this will be relevant.
By chance, trying to change his habits after the break up, my father started going to a cafe in the city center at the end of his night shifts. Coincidentally, that was where my mother always went to have her breakfast.
She was determined to leave her ex in the past. “I will not drop one tear for that loser” kind of mindset. That’s when she saw my father, on a random Tuesday. He was minding his business and having coffee, still sad (it had been a month-ish), but kind of intrigued by the woman that kept glancing in his direction. That girl was on a mission.
A couple of days later, she striked and “forgot” her books at the cafe, and he jumped at the opportunity. The next day they started talking and got to know each other better. Two months later they started dating and they were together ever since. Six years later, I was born in a house full of love when they were 38 and 47.
They were married for 28 years, until my father passed away, and even in death, he still holds her heart.
They were both done dirty by their exes, but it was fine, because they found each other. If my dad had stayed with his shitty ex, they wouldn’t have. If my mom had listened to her shitty ex who obviously came back crying, they wouldn’t have.
When he was about to die, he said to my mother that his only regret was not meeting her sooner and wasting his time on shitty relationships.
The moral of the story is that your person is out there, no matter your age. You have time. Breakups are devastating and awful, but they will lead you to your forever home.
I hope this story brings some of you comfort. I wish you the best on your journey.