Now: Separated (by time, space, and the past).
Then: Owned a beautiful apartment in Pacific Heights.
Now: Renting bohemian space far from Pacific Heights, in every possible way.
Then: Four full-time cats.
Now: One part-time dog.
Then: One very full-time job.
Now: One very part-time job.
Then: Two parents.
Then: No medication.
Now: Anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication.
Then: I believed all my friends would support my decisions.
Now: I know better.
Then: Overwhelmingly sad and oppressed by my entire life.
Now: So much happier, and getting better.
Gwen looks puzzled. "Daniel, my ex?-
"No, Daniel, your baby,"I say, beginning to feel like a monster for bringing it up at all. Daniel died more than 40 years ago of
death, and Gwen's husband always blamed her.
"Oh." Gwen blinks, switching gears from ex-husband to ex-baby. She thinks for a moment, and then says, "No, not really. He
died so young we didn't get to know him." She pauses. "And then, of course, we had Paul to replace him.-