Picture Imperfect

I must have had a brain fart or a memory lapse. For the life of me, I can’t remember why J-Fed and I are no longer together. Really. As I go over the last nine months of my life, I don’t know what got us to this point. I mean all couples fight right? That doesn’t mean they call it quits after investing all of that time.

And who gets divorced when they have a brand new baby? There are all sorts of alternatives. Counseling… Drug therapy… Exorcism… I mean, one of these options could have done the trick. But no, there was no trial separation, no attempt to make amends. We never even contacted a priest.

The ties that bind were snipped like a newborn baby undergoing a circumcision and suddenly the last 10 years of my life went down the drain with the swipe of a pen.

I could almost see J-Fed breathe a sigh of relief. He was glad it was over. It was as if he’d had this incredible weight lifted off of his chest. He would never have to wear the ring I picked out. He was no longer accountable to anyone.

Surely, there has to be some kind of explanation. I mean, didn’t he just give me diamond earrings from Christmas? So where, for the love of God, did it all go downhill? I need some kind of reminder. That’s when I decide to consult the photos. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but in this case, it’s worth a million.

Halloween… We weren’t speaking. In fact, I took 5-year-old trick or treating by myself. And then an hour later, he took her trick or treating with one of his “friends.” At this point, the baby was just three weeks old. There’s a family photo of the four of us together, and the body language says it all. We barely fit in the frame together we’re so far apart, and while I’m smiling, he appears downright miserable.