I have a total love/hate relationship with Facebook’s “Memories” function. On one hand, it’s fun for me to see some of the things I’ve posted over the last ten years, usually involving some of my more colorful patients. On the other hand, sometimes a post can immediately bring me right back to something I don’t want to remember.
Three years ago today, I took this selfie at the beach. I was celebrating a personal achievement that day, although no one would know about it: it was my first time wearing a two-piece bathing suit in public. Seeing it now just makes me sad. It was a beautiful day, and we soaked up sun and enjoyed the afternoon, and for all intents and purposes it looks like it would be an awesome Saturday.
But all I see when it comes up is how that was probably one of the last days I was really happy. I was blissfully unaware that my husband had an escort in our bed the day before, or that I’d find a condom in the trash a week after this photo was taken.
Nothing has been the same since.
I feel like I’ve been broken into a million pieces and I’ll never put myself together again.
So sorry that the hitting of such an amazing goal is now linked to all of that mess. 🙁