Old Maid

2 Oct

Julia stared into her own bloodshot eyes in the mirror as she re-applied her mascara, hoping nobody would come into the bathroom and see her on the verge of tears.

“Just breathe, girl,” she told herself while reaching in her purse for a Valium. She popped a pill in her mouth and reached her hand under the running water. As she put her lips to her hand, she rolled her eyes in disgust.

Once the pill was down her throat she began to pace. This wasn’t the first time she’d melted down in a restaurant bathroom because a date wasn’t going well. She felt stupid for resorting to a blind date set up by her much younger, married-with-two-kids niece. Her niece, for Christ’s sake; Julia knew she was at a low point in life when she agreed to take dating advice from the little girl she would babysit while Julia’s younger, married-with-four-kids brother would take his loving wife on vacation.

“Accept it,” Julia whispered to herself as she closed the clasp on her Prada clutch. “You’re the old maid of the family.”

She desperately stared at her 46-year-old self in the mirror, trying her hardest to see the young, hopeful, daydreamer girl she once was; instead, she saw the grey-rooted adult she was and could never accept. With an exasperated sigh, she turned her head and looked at the open window to the left of the sinks, tossing her purse onto the windowsill.


One Response to “Old Maid”

  1. ingridf October 2, 2012 at 8:45 pm #

    Oh… you made my heart ache for her… x

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