December 24, 2006
I always remember my own anniversary, just like I remember my parents’, earlier the same month. Possibly not such a good month for marriages, since both ended in divorce. I can’t help contemplating the fifteen years I was married, what was good, what “went wrong” – it’s a gradual process of erosion, not sudden. There’s not one defining moment, at least for me, though if I had to choose one, it would be my father’s death. I wasn’t the same girl after that, and it must have been very difficult for my husband to cope with the new me. He couldn’t.