The WEDDING & bride's BOUQUET. The SCENT of TUBEROSES. PREMONITION

The WEDDING & BRIDE's BOUQUET. The SCENT of TUBEROSES. THE PREMONITION

THE SCENT of TUBEROSES.

A similar bouquet, but infinitely more beautiful and elegant (but I did not find a similar picture), I gave it to a bride, a special bride, thanks to her husband, he being the special person in my life.

Tuberoses are my favorite flowers, fragrant, pure and delicate. I was (and still am, thanks to my husband) the lucky beneficiary, spoiled with such flowers, rare (at least in Romania, from what I saw at the time) of a bouquet that embellishes my house and perfumes my heart and soul, and that I received as a birthday present, every year, from my aunt, former geography teacher and deputy director of the Mihai-Viteazu National College in Turda, (college where I did my high school studies) my grandfather's sister, lawyer Saveanu.

She had, made right in front of the house, a gorgeous garden, (very neat) with flower rings of different colors, smells and colors: tuberoses, lilies, hydrangeas, roses, lily of the valley, tulips, daffodils, iris flower, peonies, queen of the night, lion's mouth, boule-de-neige (ball-de-snow), and many more.

I remember one year, she didn't send me tuberoses and I was disappointed, and I didn't understand why, because tuberoses always bloomed on my birthday which is in August.

Instead, she gave me a very nice surprise, because she had changed the gift routine a little. In what sense? She had sent me a bouquet of red roses, each rose thread individually wrapped in tinfoil leaf and, surprise: on each rose thread was wrapped a paper of 50 LEI (Romanian money). I was used to it, but not in that unusual form for me, as a child and never seeing such a surprise form- because it was a habit in the family, like us, the children, me and my sister, and then, and our cousin (daughter of my mother's brother), to receive money from parents, grandparents, aunt, godparents, on absolutely all occasions: on the birthday, Easter, Christmas, children's day, graduations, and more.

Returning with the story to the bride, the bridal bouquet, of tuberoses, PREMONITION, but, in fact, to the groom and... me!

Saturday, a beautiful day in September, 2006. The day my best friend got married. Or, I should introduce him how he was called, by other people, "MY MAN", because he called me, to his friends (without me knowing- I found out later, after he got married- "MY WOMAN"); or, should I call him 'MY FATE' or my soulmate? Words are useless, only real feelings and encounters are the ones that 'decide' what we were or are for each other...

Although it was a beautiful day, I was NOT in a hurry at the wedding, although I wanted to get there. But NOT to see him in church, getting married.

Especially since I was walking alone, unaccompanied, and his family and close friends (or not) knew me. I did not know that I am so "famous" among all those who attend the wedding.

So, I spent a few hours changing outfits and finally I decided: I created a unique outfit, a combination of white, transparent veil blouse, with a pink and green floral application (you can see it in the pictures below ), with a black dress, short, sleeveless, with neckline and molded on the body, up to the waist, then slightly wide, with a fine lace ruffle, white pants, black sandals with rhinestones and laces on the ankle and white purse , made of leather, with fine applications and a short scarf, attached to the purse, and matched with the color of the floral application on the blouse and the rhinestones of the sandals.
A very cool and unique mix and match outfit. Anyway, unseen anywhere and very out of the stereotypes that the world was used to.

I will also publish here a picture with the purse and the white pants, all bought from Italy. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures with the respective dress, bought from Bucharest, and with the sandals, which I had bought from Germany, to give you an overall idea of ​​the respective outfit.

so, after I decided on the outfit, I got dressed, I called a driver to take me there, to a very large and beautiful pension in Mures county, located about 100 km from the city where I lived, Cluj Napoca.

On the way, I stopped at a famous flower shop with which I had collaborated, I had been partners in the media activity (Miss contests) that I had carried out, the Magnolia flower shop in Cluj Napoca, where, by chance, there was one of the partners in the company. She personally made me the most beautiful bridal bouquet I had ever seen, with my favorite flowers: TUBEROSES. And, to my surprise, she did NOT want to let me pay; she gave it to me as a gift.

So, 'armed' with the most beautiful bridal bouquet and outfit I was very proud of, I arrived at the wedding, which had started in the morning, with the church, town hall and restaurant on the afternoon.
                  Here comes the BIG SURPRISE.

When I arrived and got out of the car, I expected all the wedding participants to be inside. That's how it was. But outside, there was only one person: THE GROOM. Alone and sad, very thoughtful. I couldn't believe I saw him alone, outside, at his own wedding. It was as if he was waiting for me and as if he knew I would come then, although I had NOT told him when I would arrive.

Visibly marked by my arrival; I,
 I didn't expect to find him alone, outside, and with that look, state, that I knew him,
we behaved almost like two strangers and we found the binder for the conversation: the bouquet to hand to the bride.
But the twinkle in his eyes and the joy, the wide smile when he saw me, replaced for a split second all the sadness, pressure and loneliness that was around him and that was initially read on his face.

It was one of the most marking moments in my life, to see him alone, unhappy, as if waiting, at his own wedding.
We went in together, and people were sitting at the tables, so the moment had become even more embarrassing, because everyone was looking at us, especially to me. I handed the bride's bouquet, with the necessary congratulations, his father and mother came and hugged me, kissed me and in whose hands he left me for the rest of the wedding.

We have NOT communicated at all; 
He did NOT dance with me, nor did he approach me throughout the wedding. All evening I sat with his parents at the table and danced all night only with his father, who introduced me to everyone and who was very proud that I was alone with them, because his parents loved me very, very much.

And, on top of that, everyone was interested in meeting me and asked his father who I am (among those who didn't know me). Even the bride's father liked me so much that he invited me in advance to the other daughter's wedding, which was not even scheduled.

PREMONITION.

There were two. Unexpected and already reported meeting about the time of the meeting. From him, and one from me. and the other on my part, because, what I thought at that wedding, as for me, my life, while I was dancing, that happened, only after a few months.

Maybe (and I think that was the case, considering everything that had happened over the years), at that wedding, through the religious service and the fact that he could get married and the bride, I knew she had fasted a lot, our weddings (as the people say and as the priests told us both) were untied and each of us was able to marry other people, although perhaps we were NOT destined. The story of the clock, which has its roots in the imagination of some and / or in the real story of my family's ancestors (read the article on my blog, Romanian nobles families), is extremely simple and real in the story between me and the groom I write about. The clock. What represents the clock? It depends on the significance which he gives to someone to that object. In the REAL case story, I was the one who lent the groom money to buy a watch for the woman he married. My lesson of life:

he made this gesture to draw my attention to the fact that it is time for a decision. to be continued

March 5, 2023

WE met in the summer of 1997, at the train station, from where we took the train, together with a group of friends, to the sea: the Black Sea, to spend our vacation together. It was one of the most beautiful summer holidays time from my life. One of the friends from our group invited him on vacation with us. I won't go into details about what it was like or what could have been during that vacation, but he definitely became my best friend, the most important and the best friend I ever had. So, I repeat, we met in the summer of 1997.

In September 2006, he got married. A simple math: a cycle of 9 years in which he played the most important role in my life, that of my best friend, the man I could rely on anywhere, anytime, in any situation, at any time of the day or night , without exception. It is very, very difficult to find such a person, such a HUMAN, in all of existence. Friendships are of many kinds and of many interests, but you rarely find a friendship of this kind. Some never find such a thing. A special relationship, in which everyone kept their personality, individuality, everyone loved or had other relationships, but ours always continued to be first, regardless of times, people or circumstances. He was always by my side and with me, even when he was not physically present; he was the one I talked to for hours on the phone, no matter where or in what country I was; the one to whom I told everything, or almost everything; the one with whom I laughed, cried, debated, analyzed; the one whose opinion I asked in almost everything I did; the one who criticizes me or praises me; the one who suffered, laughed or cried with me; the one who was able to fight with everyone for me... and vice versa.

So, the emotional state in which I found him, at his own wedding, was not accidental at all, but very real and based on some realities that I have just described.
Neither was mine, my state of mind was not better, but, I had set myself to face it successfully, so, I trained my imagination, I opened the paths to something much deeper: desire, clairvoyance,
premonition, right at that moment, at his wedding, to heal my wound, the unhappiness occasioned by what I knew would follow: his constant absence from my life.

Although, as I mentioned, I felt and was made to feel the center of attention (although it was not what I wanted), his parents were very endearing, kind, his father danced with me continuously and introduced me to everyone.

In those moments I thought of something that came true later, very shortly after that wedding. After only a few months. UNBELIEVABLE, but VERY TRUE.

I MADE A WISH, or maybe it wasn't a wish, but something that I felt would happen and came to my mind at that moment.

And, to make a short parenthesis, something similar happened recently, on November 2, 2022, when I made a wish, more precisely, I asked God for something, FOR a SIGN, which happened exactly that day! It was the fastest response that I ever received at MY PRAYERS. HE GAVE ME THE SIGN ON THE SAME DAY!

A real fact that followed... but coming back to the WISH, imagination... Why did I make a wish?

Because even though I was surrounded by so many people, I was alone. Everyone I knew was a couple at that wedding. In a way, I was warned, so to speak... a good friend, both of me and the groom, did NOT want to be present at the wedding, although I asked her to go too, for the same reason: she didn't have a boyfriend, she was alone, and her ex-boyfriend was one of the groom's best friends, and he was there with his new girlfriend.

She suggested me not to go alone, especially since she knew that there would be all couples there and they would be watching me at any movement. I didn't listen to her because when I want to do something, I do; no one can stop me and, especially since it was the desire and insistence of the groom and his family for me to participate.

So as I danced I imagined, I "armed" my mind and thoughts, to protect myself from possible tirades of questions, and to have prepared an answer to the question WHY AM I ALONE? or WHY did I come alone?, IF I HAVE A BOYFRIEND?, etc., with the idea that the answer is that MY BOYFRIEND works far away, in another country, precisely in America and that he could not accompany me to the wedding.
Of course, it was a lie, because I did NOT have a boyfriend at that time, not even in the country, and even less in another country or overseas, and, although I do NOT like to lie and I am not at all good at inventing lies, I don't know WHY WHAT, I thought it was the best solution to prepare this answer, in case I will be asked.

The highlight is that, although I had invented that "plan" ad hoc, I caught myself thinking a lot about that idea, during the wedding (obviously, then I did NOT think about it at all) which, BY CHANCE or NOT, became a REALITY after just a few months, that is, from the end of 2006, right before New Year's Eve: that's when I was introduced and started a relationship with my husband, an American citizen who, surprise, lived exactly across the ocean, that is, in the USA!

So, my wish, from my best friend's wedding in September, materialized INCREDIBLY, but TRUE, without any arrangement or discussion, suddenly, in December of the same year. I pointed out above, COINCIDENCE or NOT, but very often NOTHING is accidental in our lives, we just don't know how to recognize or correctly interpret the divine signs by which we are informed of what will follow... And, in this case, I know it was NOTHING coincidentally, after 9 years of an extraordinary relationship with my best friend, with the one who was my support and joy, just at his wedding, God gave me that idea (and there was NO need to lie to anyone because NO ONE dared to ask me ANYTHING about any boyfriend) that would become a REALITY, moreover, he became my boyfriend, in reality, my husband (the formality with the documents was done later, because he only had American documents), in March 2007. So, 3 months after we met. Practically, the blessing received by my friend at his wedding also came to me.

I could have written, summarized the subject of this article in another, philosophical, deeper way, but today, March 10, 2023, the date I am writing these lines, late at night (2:53 am), I am not in the mood to do this, due to and caused by the situation in which I have been for so many years and, in particular, these days. And, especially since I am preparing to write and present to the investigative and judicial bodies, as well as to lawyers and judges, an analysis of the last 9 years. So, the simple things, rendered in a clear form, although some (like this one) are more out of the ordinary, -let's say-, are easier to understand.

I want to add that my husband was introduced to me by one of my cousins ​​who lived in New York with her husband.

And, in the following lines, I will write something about this topic, equally incredible but also very true, which happened. Paradoxical,

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Un buchet asemanator, dar infinit mai frumos si elegant (dar nu am gasit poza potrivita), l-am facut cadou unei mirese, o mireasa speciala, datorita sotului ei, el fiind persoana speciala din viata mea.

Tuberozele sunt florile mele preferate, parfumate, pure si delicate. Am fost (si sunt in continuare, datorita sotului meu) norocoasa beneficiara, rasfatata cu asemenea flori, rare (cel putin in Romania, din cate am vazut la acea vreme) a cate unui buchet care imi inmiresma casa si imi parfuma inima si sufletul, si pe care il primeam cadou de ziua mea de nastere, in fiecare an, de la matusa mea, fosta profesoara de geografie si director adjunct al Colegiului National Mihai-Viteazu din Turda, (colegiu unde mi-am facut si eu studiile liceale) sora bunicului meu, avocatul Saveanu.

Ea avea, facuse chiar in fata casei, o gradina superba, (foarte ingrijita) cu rondouri de flori de diferite culori, mirosuri si culori: tuberoze, crini, hortensii, trandafiri, lacramioare, lalele, narcise, stanjenei, bujori, regina noptii, gura leului, boule-de-neige, si multe altele.

Imi amintesc ca intr-un an, nu mi-a trimis tuberoze si am ramas dezamagita, si nu intelegeam de ce, deoarece tuberozele intotdeauna infloreau de ziua mea de nastere care este in luna august.

In schimb, ea mi-a facut o foarte frumoasa surpriza, deoarece schimbase putin rutina cadourilor. In ce sens? Ea imi trimisese un buchet de trandafiri rosii, fiecare fir de trandafir ambalat individual in foita de staniol si, surpriza: pe fiecare fir de trandafir era impachetata cate o hartie de 50 de lei (bani romanesti). Eram obisnuita, dar nu sub acea forma inedita pentru mine, copil fiind si nemaivazand o asemenea forma surpriza- deoarece era un obicei in familie, ca noi, copiii, eu si sora mea, iar mai apoi, si verisoara noastra (fiica fratelui mamei mele), sa primim bani de la parinti, bunici, matusa, nasi, cu absolut toate ocaziile: de ziua de nastere, de Pasti, de Craciun, de ziua copiilor, absolviri, si multe altele.

Revenind cu povestioara la mireasa, buchetul de mireasa, de tuberoze, PREMONITION, dar, de fapt, la mire si...eu!

Sambata, o zi frumoasa de Septembrie, 2006. Ziua in care se casatorea cel mai bun prieten al meu. Sau, ar trebui sa il prezint

cum el a fost numit, de alte persoane, "MY MAN", fiindca el ma numea, to prietenilor lui (fara ca eu sa stiu- am aflat ulterior, dupa ce s-a casatorit- "MY WOMAN"); sau, sa il numesc 'SOARTA MEA" sau my soulmate? Cuvintele sunt inutile, doar trairile si intamplarile reale sunt cele care 'decid' ceea ce am fost sau suntem unii pentru altii...

Desi era o zi superba, NU ma grabeam la nunta, desi imi doream sa ajung. Dar NOT sa il vad in biserica, casatorindu-se. Cu atat mai mult ca eu mergeam singura, neinsotita si, familia si prietenii lui apropiati (sau nu), ma cunoasteau.

Nu am stiut ca sunt atat de "celebra" printre toti cei care participau la nunta.

Asa ca, mi-am petrecut cateva ore schimband tinute si in final m-am decis: am creat un outfit inedit, o combinatie de bluza din voal alb, transparent, cu o aplicatie florala roz cu verde (o vedeti in pozele de mai jos), cu o rochie de culoare neagra, scurta, fara maneci, cu decolteu si mulata pe corp, pana pe talie, apoi usor larga, cu un fin volan de dantela, pantaloni albi, sandale negre cu strasuri si sireturi pe glezna si poseta alba, din piele, cu fine aplicatii si o esarfa scurta, prinsa de poseta, si asortata cu culoarea aplicatiei florale de pe bluza si a strasurilor sandalelor.

Un outfit very cool si inedit de mix and match. Oricum, nemavazut nicaieri si foarte iesit din stereotipurile cu care lumea era obisnuita.

Voi publica aici si o poza cu poseta si pantalonii albi, toate cumparate din Italia. Din pacate, nu am nicio poza cu rochia respectiva, cumparata de la Bucuresti, si cu sandalele, pe care le cumparasem din Germania, ca sa va faceti o idee de ansamblu a tinutei respective.

deci, dupa ce am decis tinuta, m-am imbracat, mi-am chemat un sofer care sa ma conduca pana la acolo, la o pensiune foate mare si frumoasa din judetul Mures, afla la aproximativ 100 de km de orasul in care locuiam, Cluj Napoca. In drum, am oprit la o faimoasa florarie cu care colaborasem, fusesem parteneri in activitatea media (concursurile de Miss) pe care o desfasurasem, floraria Magnolia din Cluj Napoca, unde, intamplator, era si una dn persoanele partenera in firma. Chiar ea personal, mi-a facut cel mai frumos buchet de mireasa pe care il vazusem vreodata, cu florile mele preferate: tuberozele.

Si, spre surprinderea mea, ea NU a vrut sa ma lase sa platesc; ea mi l-a facut cadou.

Asa ca, 'inarmata' cu cel mai frumos buchet de mireasa si outfitul de care eram foarte mandra, am ajuns la nunta, dupa masa. Aici vine the BIG SURPRISE.

Asa ca, 'inarmata' cu cel mai frumos buchet de mireasa si outfitul de care eram foarte mandra, am ajuns la nunta, care incepuse dimineata, cu biserica, primarie si restaurant la ora 2 pm, on the afternoon. Aici vine the BIG SURPRISE.

Cand am ajuns si am coborat din masina, ma asteptam ca toti participantii la nunta sa fie inauntru. Asa si a fost.

Dar, afara, era o singura persoana: THE GROOM. Singur si trist, foarte gandit.

Nu mi-a venit sa cred ca il vad singur, afara, la propria-i nunta. Parca ma astepta si parca stia ca o sa vin atunci, desi eu NU ii spusesem cand voi ajunge.

Vizibil marcat de sosirea mea; eu, nu ma asteptam sa il gasesc singur, afara, si cu acea privire, stare, pe care i-o cunosteam, ne-am comportat aproape ca doi straini si, am gasit liantul pentru conversatie: buchetul pe care sa il inmanez miresei.

Dar, licarirea din privire si bucuria, zambetul larg atunci cand m-a vazut, au inlocuit pentru o fractiune de secunda toata tristetea, apasarea si insingurarea care era in jurul lui si care i se citise initial pe fata.

A fost unul dintre cele mai marcante momente din viata mea, sa il vad singur, nefericit, parca in asteptare, la propria-i nunta.

Am intrat impreuna, iar lumea era asezata la mese, asa ca, momentul devenise si mai penibil, deoarece toti se uitau la noi, in special la mine. Am inmanat buchetul miresei, cu felicitarile de rigoare, au venit tatal si mama lui care m-au imbratisat, pupat si, in mainile carora el m-a lasat pentru tot restul nuntii.

Noi NU am mai comunicat deloc; NU a dansat cu mine, nici nu s-a apropiat de mine pe tot parcursul nuntii. Intreaga seara am stat cu parintii lui, la masa si am dansat toata seara doar cu tatal lui care, m-a prezentat tuturor si care a fost foare mandru ca am stat doar cu ei, deoarece parintii lui ma iubeau foarte, foarte mult.

Si eu pe ei.

Si, culmea, toti erau interesati sa ma cunoasca si il intrebau pe tatal lui cine sunt (dintre cei care nu ma cunosteau). Inclusiv tatal miresei m-a placut atat de mult incat ma invitase in avans la nunta celeilalte fiice care nu era nici programata.

PREMONITION.

Au fost doua. Intalnirea neasteptata si deja relatata despre momentul intalnirii.

Din partea lui, si una din partea mea.

si, cealalta, din partea mea, deoarece, ceea ce eu am gandit la acea nunta, in privinta mea, a vietii mele, in timp ce eu dansam, aia s-a intamplat, doar dupa cateva luni.

Poate ca (si cred ca asa a fost, avand in vedere tot ceea ce se intamplase in decurs de ani), la acea nunta, prin slujba religioasa si faptul ca el s-a putut casatori si mireasa stiam ca ea tinuse foarte multe posturi, cununiile noastre (asa cum se zice in popor si cum ne-au spus preotii amandurora) au fost dezlegate si fiecare ne-am putut casatori cu alte persoane, desi poate NU ne erau sortite.

Povestea ceasului, care isi are radacinile in imaginatia unora si/sau in povestea reala a stramosilor familiei mele (cititi articolul de pe blogul meu, Romanian nobles families), este extrem de simpla si reala in povestea dintre mine si mirele despre care scriu.

Ceasul. Ce reprezinta ceasul? Depinde de insemnatatea pe care o da cuiva acelui obiect.

In povestea caz REAL, eu am fost cea care i-am imprumutat mirelui bani ca sa ii cumpere un ceas femeii cu care s-a casatorit.

Lectia mea de viata:

a facut acest gest ca sa imi atraga atentia ca este timpul pentru o decizie.

to be continued

5 Martie 2023

ne-am cunoscut in vara lui 1997, in gara, de unde am luat trenul, impreuna cu o gasca de prieteni, spre mare: Marea Neagra, pentru a ne petrece vacanta impreuna.

A fost una dintre cele mai frumoase summer holidays time from viata mea. Unul dintre prietenii din gasca noastra l-a chemat cu noi in vacanta. Nu am sa intru in detalii despre cum a fost sau ce ar fi putut fi in acea vacanta, dar, cu siguranta, a devenit cel mai bun prieten al meu, cel mai important si cel mai bun prieten pe care l-am avut vreodata.

Deci, repet, ne-am cunoscut in vara lui 1997. In septembrie 2006 s-a casatorit. O simpla matematica: un ciclu de 9 ani in care a jucat cel mai important rol in viata mea, acela de cel mai bun prieten, omul pe care ma puteam baza oriunde, oricand, in orice imprejurare, la orice ora din zi sau din noapte, fara exceptie.

E foarte, foarte greu sa gasesti o astfel de persoana, un astfel de OM, in intreaga existenta. Prieteniile sunt de multe feluri si, de multe interese, dar, extrem de rar gasesti o prietenie de acest gen. Unii nu gasesc asa ceva niciodata.

O relatie speciala, in care, fiecare si-a pastrat personalitatea, individualitatea, fiecare a iubit sau a avut alte relatii, dar, a noastra a continuat sa fie intotdeauna pe primul loc, indiferent de timpuri, de oameni sau de conjuctura.

El era tot timpul langa mine si cu mine, chiar si atunci cand nu era prezent fizic; el era cel cu care vorbeam ore in sir la telefon, indiferent unde sau in ce tara eram; cel caruia ii spuneam tot, sau aproape tot; cel cu care radeam, plangeam, dezbateam, analizam; cel caruia ii ceream parerea in aproape tot ceea ce faceam; cel care ma critica sau ma lauda; cel care suferea, radea sau plangea alaturi de mine; cel care era in stare sa se bata cu toti pentru mine... si viceversa.

Asa ca, starea emotionala in care l-am gasit, la propria-i nunta, nu a fost deloc intamplatoare, ci foarte reala si bazata pe niste realitati pe care tocmai le-am descris.

Nici a mea, starea mea de spirit nu era mai buna, dar, imi propusesem sa fac fata cu succes, asa ca, mi-am antrenat imaginatia, am deschis caile spre ceva mult mai profund: dorinta, clarviziune, premonitie, chiar in acel moment, la nunta lui, pentru a imi vindeca rana, nefericirea prilejuita de ceea ce stiam ca va urma: lipsa lui constanta din viata mea.

Desi, asa cum am mentionat, m-am simtit si m-au facut sa ma simt in centrul atentiei (desi nu era ceea ce imi doream), parintii lui au fost foarte amabili, tatal lui a dansat cu mine si ma prezentau tuturor.

In acele momente m-am gandit la ceva care s-a si implinit ulterior, la foarte putin timp dupa acea nunta. Dupa doar cateva luni. Incredibil, dar foarte adevarat. Mi-am pus o dorinta, sau poate ca nu era o dorinta, ci ceva ce simteam ca va fi si, a venit in mintea mea in acel moment.

si, ca sa fac o scurta paranteza, s-a intamplat ceva similar destul de recent, in data de 2 Noiembrie, 2022, cand, mi-am pus o dorinta, mai exact, i-am cerut ceva lui Dumnezeu, un SIGN (fara ca sa spun cuiva), care s-a intamplat exact in acea zi! A fost cel mai rapid raspuns pe care l-am primit vreodata la rugaciunile mele.

GOD mi-a dat SEMNUL IN ACEEASI ZI!

Un fapt real care urma...

dar revenind la DORINTA, imaginatie... De ce mi-am pus o dorinta? Deoarece chiar daca eram inconjurata de atat de multa lume, eram singura. Toti cei pe care ii cunosteam erau in cuplu la acea nunta. Intr-un fel, am fost prevenita, ca sa zic asa... o buna prietena, atat cu mine, cat si cu mirele, NU a vrut sa fie prezenta la nunta, desi am rugat-o si eu sa mearga, pentru acelasi motiv: nu avea boyfriend, era singura si, fostul ei boyfriend era unul dintre prietenii cei mai buni ai mirelui si, el era acolo cu noua lui iubita.

Ea mi-a sugerat sa nu merg singura, mai ales ca stia ca toti vor fi acolo cupluri si, vor fi cu ochii atintiti la mine, la orice miscare. Nu am ascultat-o deoarece eu cand vreau sa fac ceva, fac; NU ma poate opri nimeni si, mai ales ca a fost dorinta si insistenta mirelui si a familiei lui ca eu sa particip.

Asa ca, in timp ce dansam, mi-am imaginat, mi-am "inarmat" mintea si gandurile, pentru a ma proteja de eventualele tirade de intrebari, si a avea pregatit un raspuns la intrebarea DE CE SUNT SINGURA? sau DE CE am venit singura?, DACA AM BOYFRIEND?, etc, cu ideea, raspunsul ca MY BOYFRIEND lucreaza departe, in alta tara, tocmai in America si ca, nu a putut sa ma insoteasca la nunta.

Desigur, era o minciuna, deoarece eu NU aveam atunci niciun boyfriend, nici in tara, si cu atat mai putin in alta tara sau peste ocean, si, desi NU imi place sa mint si nu sunt deloc buna la inventat minciuni, nu stiu DE CE, am crezut ca e cea mai buna solutie sa am pregatit acest raspuns, in caz ca voi fi intrebata.

Culmea e ca, desi inventasem ad-hoc acel "plan", m-am surprins gandindu-ma mult la acea idee, in timpul nuntii (evident, apoi NU m-am mai gandit deloc) care, intamplator sau nu, a devenit REALITATE dupa doar cateva luni, adica, de la sfarsitul anului 2006, chiar inainte de Revelion: atunci am fost prezentata si am inceput relatia cu sotul meu, cetatean American care, surpriza, locuia exact peste ocean, adica in USA! Deci, dorinta mea, pusa la nunta celui mai bun prieten al meu, in luna Septembrie, s-a materializat INCREDIBIL, dar ADEVARAT, fara niciun aranjament sau discutii, brusc, in luna Decembrie a aceluiasi an.

Am punctat mai sus, INTAMPLATOR sau NU, dar, de foarte multe ori NIMIC NU e intamplator in vietile noastre, ci doar nu stim sa recunoastem sau sa interpretam corect semnele divine prin care suntem instiintati ceea ce va urma...

Si, in acest caz, stiu ca NU a fost nimic intamplator ca, dupa 9 ani de relatie extraordinara cu cel mai bun prieten al meu, cu cel care a fost sprijinul si bucuria mea, tocmai la nunta lui, Dumnezeu sa imi dea acea idee (si NU a fost nevoie sa mint pe nimeni deoarece NO ONE dared to ma intrebe NIMIC despre niciun boyfriend) care avea sa devina REALITATE, mai mult, el a devenit boyfriendul meu, in realitate, sotul meu (formalitatea cu actele a fost facuta ulterior, deoarece el avea doar acte Americane), in luna Martie 2007. Deci, la 3 luni, dupa ce ne-am cunoscut. Practic, binecuvantarea primita de prietenul meu la nunta lui, a venit si asupra mea.

As fi putut scrie, rezuma subiectul acestui articol intr-o alta maniera, filozofica, mai profunda, dar, azi, data de 10 Martie, 2023, data la care scriu aceste randuri, la ore tarzii in noapte (2:53 am), nu sunt in dispozitia de a face acest lucru, datorita si cauzata de conjunctura in care sunt de atatia ani si, in special, in aceste zile. Si, mai ales ca ma pregatesc sa redactez si sa prezint atat organelor de ancheta, judiciare, cat si celor avocatesti si judecatoresti, o analiza a ultimilor 9 ani. Deci, lucrurile simple, redate intr-o forma cat mai clara, desi unele (ca si acesta) sunt mai iesite din comun, -sa spunem-, sunt mai usor de inteles.

Vreau sa mai adaug ca, sotul meu mi-a fost prezentat de catre una din verisoarele mele care locuia la New York, impreuna cu sotul ei.

Si, tot in randurile urmatoare voi scrie ceva in legatura cu acest subiect, la fel de incredibil dar si foarte adevarat, care s-a intamplat.

Paradoxal,

Un fapt real care urma