Jerry Maguire ruined my life.
Did he have any idea of the impact of those three little words on people’s lives? I got married because of them. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’m Lucy Stars and I give advice to the lovelorn on a podcast from my kitchen table. My qualifications? None whatsoever, except for the fact that I’ve had more relationships than I can count or even remember, so by definition, I’m an expert.And all because I was looking for someone to complete me.
My life reads like a chick-lit bestseller. Swear. Or a good beach read when you want to hit the pause button on life. But for me? My story doesn’t end on the last page.
My incredibly romantic husband, Kraft Conboy, is a successful and oh, so handsome life coach. His specialty? Women. Relationships. Romance. He was nothing short of inspirational. My plan was to live happily ever after…with him. The pages of our lives would unfold like a romantic comedy or maybe even a contemporary romance novel. And? He was good in bed. But my life zagged when it should have zigged.
It took a left turn when it should have gone right. I remember the exact moment because I was about to start my show. That’s when it happened. The zagging, I mean.
Kraft walked in and announced he wanted a divorce. I was so stunned that I actually asked him who was getting divorced because I thought he was talking about someone else! But then he said it again. I didn’t know what to do, so I begged him to stay. I know, bad move. And then? He turned on his heel and walked out the door.
I turned back to my computer. In the shock of the moment, I’d gotten distracted; I still had a webcast to give. What in God’s name was staring back at me? Lights. Lots of lights on my screen. My callers were trying to get through. Oh, no, my microphone was live! My entire audience had just heard me get dumped! And heard me plead, no, beg, for him to stay. I give relationship advice and I tell people not to do that!
My romantic comedy had turned into a horror film and there was no pause button to hit.
What happened next I couldn’t have predicted. Call it genius. Call it serendipity. Call it meant to be.