In which I go completely emo
5 Apr
I got married 12 years ago today. And even though it was so long ago and it’s over now, each minute of this day I can remember what I was doing at that very time 12 years ago.
Which is cruel. It really is. It’s not fair that the memories of “what went wrong” fade while the memories of “how good it was” persist until the whole experience becomes a gorgeous sepia-toned Hallmark commercial, y’know?
And I wasn’t even going to write this because half of the people in my life reads this blog and it then gets fed over to my Facebook where the other half who don’t read my blog can read it. But this is my diary. This whole site is a sham if I hold back.
The pisser is that I’m happy now! I could see me being bummed if I were living in a cardboard box with only a mangy cat, but life is good. So I get angry at myself for being sad about something that’s water under the bridge.
Bah. Even the weather today was spot-on.
Bah.
