Decade, The Last Ten Years
Did you know that's the name of my ex-husbands book? He'd begun writing and compiling poems around the age of 17 with the specific intent to publish them someday. He was able to snag an independent publisher right around the time I got out of the military and had a few hundred copies put out into the world. Since we met at 21 I was a common theme in some of the poems, either myself or life in general. Teen angst turned young adult passion. It was nice to know he dedicated that work to a woman I had no idea he was seeing during and after my enlistment. A decade ago I was reeling. I don't remember Christmas that year...I have a vague vision of a tree in the house and I think by that point a former friend and her son had moved in with my daughter and me. I don't remember how I/we celebrated...I have no idea if I went up north to be with my family, but that seems like the logical assumption. I only remember feelings. Dread. Loneliness. Sadness. Hurt. Anger.