It’s class night tonight and I drove myself to work. K and I started around the same time and pulled into work one behind the other. As I picked up my handbag, my lunch bag and my school laptop in a bulky bag of its own, he stood by smiling. Every time he has offered to carry my bags I have taken pleasure in saying “No”. It’s a little ritual for us. He had a meeting in two minutes and there he stood watching me struggle holding all of this and trying to lock my car.
As I walked away from the parking lot, I kept telling him he had a meeting and he better run. I can take care of myself 🙂 It almost felt like telling my dad “Am a big girl now.”
Anyways, as I trudged to the heavy doors, I found K standing there smiling and holding the door open. Even as I urged him to run up the stairs so he’d be on time, I pushed the elevator button. Watching him walk up, I felt a surge of love well in me. Who else would do this for me? Smiling to myself, I stepped out of the elevator and regrouped myself. Digging into my purse for the ID, I looked up to see K holding the door wide open so I could walk in.
Shaking my head in annoyance and love I walked in and shooed him to his conference room. At my desk, I couldn’t help think about it. Every morning that I have had a meeting at 8:00 and we get to the parking at 7:58. I have had K drop me off at the door and raced to the meeting. Never once have I thought about him lugging all my stuff and his up the stairs so I could be on time.
Ours sure is one skewed relationship.