Money can’t buy happiness or love…

Money can’t buy happiness or love…

There’s an old saying “Money can’t buy happiness.”  Boy, did I find that out the hard way.  Here’s a situation that I found myself in when I got involved with a rich widow who tried to buy her happiness and my love.  It was a lesson that I will never forget.

It had been over three years since my divorce and so far my dating adventures had led me to believe that finding a quality person to build a rewarding relationship would take a lot of time and patience.  There I was, back online searching for a new “Mrs. Right.”  Who would I meet this time?  Was I doing the right thing in searching for a relationship online or should I just let fate take control?  At this point, fate had decided to not show up to the party so I was left with searching online profiles of single women.

Within a week of having my online profile posted again, I received an email from a lady inquiring about the university that I had attended.  This lady was from the same small town where my college was located and mentioned in her email the names of people she knew that attended the same university.  She asks me if I know them.  Of course, I knew them, I attended a small university with an enrollment of 2,500 students.  Everybody knew everybody at this small college.  She asked if we could meet for dinner because she didn’t have many friends in the area.  I noticed that she had not listed in her profile whether she was divorced, currently separated or had never married.  Oh well, I guess I would soon find out.

The next night during dinner we chatted about the small town she was from and the friends we shared.  She wanted to know why I had chosen the college and I explained to her that I received an athletic scholarship to play soccer for the school.  She explained to me that she had relocated to my hometown with her husband when he got transferred with his job.  She and her husband grew up together near my college.  Did she say, husband?  I thought to myself, “Wait just a damn minute, I am not looking to interfere in someone’s marriage.”

After dinner, she tells me that her husband attended the college and asked me if I knew him.  As soon as she mentioned his name, I told her that we had been in several business classes together.  She told me that the reason she wanted to meet with me because her husband had died six months ago and left behind two young children.  All of sudden, a sense of sadness came over me.  They had a four year-old son and an eighteen month-old daughter.  My heart was broken for these kids.

She asked me if I would do her a favor and I told her I would be willing to help out in any way possible.  She wanted me to come visit her son and play with him since he was having a hard time with the death of his father.  Her son had developed nightmares and would ask when he would see his dad.  She thought I might be able to help her son through this difficult time.  She suggested that I throw the baseball with him and help him build his train set.  Those were two things that his father would do with him.  Of course I would, I told her that would not be a problem.

The next day I arrive at the address she gave me.  It is a nice large home in a golf course community.  I remember her telling me the previous night, that her husband had been a Controller for a large German company that manufactured industrial equipment.  Apparently, he had done rather nice for himself and left behind a beautiful house. As I approach the house, I notice a BMW in the driveway. The garage door is open and there parked next to another BMW is a Porsche 911, very nice.  I ring the doorbell and my new friend opens the door.  The house is just as lovely on the inside, filled with expensive furniture and accessories.

Throughout the next month, I spend several days visiting with her son.  We played trains, threw baseball and I even managed to get him to kick a soccer ball.  It seemed like I was making a difference in his life and I felt good about the decision I had made.  At the same time, I was getting to know his mom better.  We had developed a good friendship.  There had been no physical interaction between the two of us.  I felt that would have been inappropriate since she was still dealing with the loss of her husband.  We were enjoying each other’s companionship and I liked spending time with her son.

During my previous dating adventures, I had not introduced any of the women I met to my daughter.  I never wanted to confuse her, she was young and I had not met anyone worthy of meeting her.  Since this woman had become such a good friend, I didn’t have any problems with introducing my daughter to her or her kids.  On the weekends that I had my daughter, we would go over to visit so she could play with the kids.

One night after dinner, my friend and I were in the kitchen cleaning up while our kids were upstairs playing.  She tells me how nice it has been to have me around and that she appreciates me spending time with her son.  I told her that I have enjoyed getting to know her and playing with her son.  She hands me a present and tells me that it is something to show her gratitude for helping her son.  I told her that she didn’t have to buy me any gift and that I was happy to help out.  I open up the gift bag to reveal a Garmin GPS.  I had just told her a few days ago that I was planning on buying one, what a thoughtful gift.

The following week, I am visiting my friend and she comments on my outdated cell phone and wanted to know why I had not updated it.  I explained that even though I wanted a new phone, I didn’t need one and wasn’t looking to spend money on things that I didn’t need.  She then begins to ask whether I have a digital camera to take pictures of my daughter so that I can download them to my computer to send to my family.  I start wondering where she is going with these questions.

Before I know it, my friend is handing me two presents.  The first is the latest Blackberry smart phone and the second is a Sony digital camera.  I told her that I can’t accept these gifts and she tells me that they are tokens of her appreciation for the time that my daughter and I have spent with her family.  I thank her for the nice gifts, but wonder if this will start to become a trend.  I was not doing any of this for gifts, I was enjoying her company and getting to know her kids.

To be continued…



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