This post is not supposed to exist.
I’m not supposed to remember.
I’m definitely not supposed to care.
Somehow, the fact that I can write these words all these years later feels like a betrayal to my husband as well as my pride. It’s pathetic and… well, pathetic is really the most perfect word. Pathetic. [...]

We assume that pictures offer us a uniform, indisputable reflection of reality. Picture proof, so to speak, of the way things were. Full stop.
But as I read your responses to my old pictures yesterday, I was surprised at how differently we interpreted the exact same images.
We forget, sometimes, how much our own experiences [...]