How a Fortune Teller Changed My Love Story Forever
I Was Sure I Was Marrying The One, Until I Went to a Fortune Teller — Story of the Day
Sandra had never really discovered “the one” in her 46 years of existence. However, years later, she finally got to meet the man of her dreams. Was it fate that her life would change at such a late hour? Unfortunately, a fortune teller gave her an unsatisfactory response.
I can still clearly recall that day as though it were yesterday. The golden leaves glistened in the gentle fall breeze as the sun shone brightly.
I looked at my hand as I sat in my comfortable living room beside the window.
Little sparkles were scattered throughout the room as the light touched the engagement diamond on my finger. It seemed unreal, like something out of a fairy tale.
I had at last discovered love at the age of forty-six. Having never been married before, it felt like a fantasy that I had nearly given up on after years of wishing and contemplating.
At one point in my life, I thought I would never find the kind of love that other people appeared to find so effortlessly.
I used to believe that life was punishing me for past mistakes that I couldn’t even forgive myself for, let alone forget.
I had been trying for years to figure out why I never seemed to find love. I studied astrology in great detail, looking to the stars for solutions.
It simply wasn’t in my destiny, I told myself. I believed that I was supposed to be by myself.
However, everything had abruptly altered. I couldn’t believe it when I glanced down at my hand once more. The ring was evidence that I had finally found love.
In the other room, Larry—my dear, kind Larry—was soundly asleep. My face lit up with a warm smile at the thought of him.
I felt calm for the first time in years, and he had been nothing but amazing to me. I could not have asked for a more ideal life.
I was headed to meet Cynthia, my best friend, that morning. She had supported me through all of my highs and lows throughout the years.
She was excited to see me and rejoice when I told her the wonderful news of my engagement.
There was a bittersweet element to it, even though I knew she was delighted for me.
Cynthia, who had experienced her own heartache following a traumatic divorce, was 49 years old and still unmarried.
I could understand why this occasion would have evoked complex feelings in her, as we had always relied on one another during those difficult moments.
She insisted on seeing me, though, and I was glad to see her.
Despite all of the excitement and future planning with Larry, I realized I needed to keep Cynthia close since she had been my rock. She had a unique understanding of me.
I couldn’t wait to show her the ring and tell her about the joy that had finally entered my life as I left.
That afternoon, we agreed to meet at the local fair, which I had always adored.
No matter your age, the vibrant atmosphere, the sound of children laughing, the vibrant colors of balloons and banners flapping in the wind, and the aroma of popcorn and funnel cakes made you feel young.
Cynthia was aware of my enjoyment. She realized how much I like the fun chaos of fairs.
They served as a reminder that life can be enjoyable and carefree even when faced with uncertainty.
Cynthia gave me her customary huge, welcoming hug when we met at the door. She gave me a hard squeeze and exclaimed, “I’ve missed you.”
No more letting her see the engagement ring. Her eyes widened in joy as I smiled and extended my hand.
“My goodness, it’s stunning!” As she took my hand and examined the ring from every side, she shouted.
She gently nudged me and taunted, “So that’s why you’ve been so quiet lately’.”
Knowing she was correct, I chuckled.
“I apologize,” I responded, sounding a little bashful. “I’ve just been… well, distracted with Larry and everything.”
“I’m distracted by love,” Cynthia winked.
“I understand. You don’t need to say sorry.
Although I was glad she understood, I couldn’t help but feel a little bad.
Between our lengthy chats, consoling one another after failed relationships, and the times we turned to one another in times of need, Cynthia and I had experienced a great deal together.
And now that Larry was in my life, I had inadvertently begun to lose myself. However, Cynthia seemed unconcerned, which calmed me down.
We laughed and had a fantastic time as we strolled through the fair for the next couple of hours.
Despite the fact that we are both a little afraid of heights, we had a few drinks, participated in some of the games, and even ventured to ride the Ferris wheel.
The kind of carefree enjoyment that has always bonded us was all over the day.
However, we discovered a fortune-telling tent while perusing the stalls. A sign in front promised to disclose the future, and the exterior was adorned with mysterious symbols.
Cynthia’s eyes glowed with delight as she instantly seized my hand.
“We must enter!” she exclaimed, urging me to the tent.
I paused, experiencing a strange mixture of terror and fascination. I would have been the first to rush inside years ago.
Things like tarot cards, astrology, and anything that suggested the mysteries of fate used to captivate me.
Now, though? I didn’t want to take the chance of hearing something that might cause me to question the fact that life was finally nice.
“I’m not sure, Cynthia,” I uttered softly.
Is it truly necessary for us to know what is ahead? It’s going so smoothly. I think I might be courting fate.
“Oh, hurry up! Cynthia pulled my arm and insisted, “It’s just for fun.”
You used to adore this stuff, you know. Let’s listen to her thoughts.
I hesitantly followed her inside because she wasn’t going to accept no. The tent was poorly lighted, and there was a strong incense odor.
In the flickering lights, a woman sat behind a small velvet-draped table, her eyes sparkling.
A crystal ball with a smooth, shimmering surface that seemed to contain all the universe’s secrets was placed in the center of the table.
Cynthia took the lead. While whispering something about a longtime friend, the fortune teller grasped her hand and refused to let her go.
Cynthia gave me a smile, and I could see she thought she was the buddy in question. It felt pleasant, even reassuring.
It was then my time. As I sat down across from the fortune teller and held out my hand to her, my heart began to beat a little quicker.
The fortune teller’s whole attitude changed the instant she grasped my hand. My stomach turned over as her once-calm and neutral visage clouded with a severity.
Even before she spoke, I knew something was wrong because I could feel my heart racing as her hold became a little tighter.
She said, “You’re going to make the biggest mistake of your life,” in a steady, low voice that sounded like she was sharing a horrible secret.
A cold sweat started to build on the back of my neck as her eyes met mine.
“You should remove that ring and flee from the person who gave it to you.”
Unable to comprehend what she had just said, I sat still. Confusion surged through my head.
Did she mean Larry? My Larry, who from the start has been nothing but kind, patient, and kind? Why would she say that?
The air in the tent seemed to have thickened abruptly, pressing in on me from all sides, and my hands began to shake.
Cynthia, however, appeared persuaded.
She gave me a gentle prod as we exited the tent and remarked, “You ought to pay attention to her.” Perhaps there is still time to prevent a disastrous error.
I didn’t answer. I was unable to. The fortune teller’s warning stuck with me like a shadow I couldn’t get rid of, echoing in my thoughts.
I used to believe in things like fate, destiny, and the universe’s ability to lead us.
Could she be correct? What would happen if I didn’t even anticipate the biggest error of my life?
However, Larry? How could I abandon him for a few words?
I felt as though a tempest was roaring inside of me when I got home that evening.
Between my love for Larry and the fortune teller’s warning, my thoughts were racing.
He was standing in the kitchen, grinning warmly, when I walked through the front door.
He had set the table for us, and I could see it with the softly flickering candles and the aroma of dinner filling the air.
Larry remarked in a pleasant voice, “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you.” “I prepared your favorite dish—spaghetti with your preferred sauce.”
The fortune teller’s words kept repeating in my mind as I stood in the doorway and stared at him.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming from my eyes as my throat constricted. Despite my best efforts to contain them, they overflowed, and I could see Larry’s anxiety rising.
“What’s the matter?” He hurried over to me and inquired, his brow pinched in concern.
“What’s causing your tears?”
In an attempt to regain my composure, I inhaled deeply. I started telling him everything while crying.
I described the events at the fortune teller’s tent, including Cynthia’s persuasion that I should listen to her, the eerie words she had spoken, and the odd expression in her eyes.
As I spoke, I could hear how insane everything sounded, like something from a nightmare.
Larry stood silently, his face gentle with comprehension as he listened. I felt stupid and shook my head after I was done.
I wiped away my tears and whispered, “I love you, Larry.” “I refuse to allow a fortune teller dictate how I live my life. What she said doesn’t matter to me. I pick you.
Larry made no hesitation. He drew me into a tight embrace and kept me there. He muttered, “I love you too,” into my hair.
The dread and confusion vanished for a moment as we shared a kiss. It all felt normal once more.
But when Cynthia arrived to my house the following day, the tranquility I had discovered was upended.
She began yelling as soon as she saw me, her face flushed with rage.
Her voice was shaking as she screamed, “Why are you doing this?” “Why would you stay with him and ruin both your life and our friendship?”
I was stunned and surprised by her scream. “Cynthia, because I love him!” My heart thumping in my chest, I answered.
“Love?” she said abruptly.
“Don’t you also love me? You have no idea how much I paid to have that fortune teller say those things. To get you to leave him, I did it! so that we may return to our previous state. Do you not desire that?
My heart stopped beating.
“You bought her the right to say that?” Barely believing what I was hearing, I muttered.
“Yes!” she exclaimed, now practically begging.
“Just the two of us might have been like we were before. Do you not desire that?
I realized that Cynthia, who I had once thought of as my best friend, had nearly ruined everything as I looked at her.
“No,” I shook my head and replied softly. “I think I no longer want that.” I then shut the door behind me.
I became aware that I didn’t require a fortune teller to foretell my future as I took a seat beside Larry.
I didn’t require guidance on how to conduct my life from anyone. It was enough that I had Larry. I wanted to spend every day of my future with him.
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