Snapshots
Sometimes, significant events of my life play in my memory like a movie. Certain things can trigger them. For instance, I just heard a song that reminded me of the last day I saw my ex-husband before we moved in separate directions. We had met at our then apartment to go through things, sort out what was mine and what was his, in effect compartmentalizing our relationship into material things. It was actually the first time in years we had been able to stand in the same room and have a civil conversation. I then drove him to the bus stop, and as he was getting out of the car, he accidentally said "I love you," an old habit from when we were together. He realized his mistake, and although I pretended not to hear, I saw him in the rearview mirror standing there and watching as I drove away from him. I remember that moment of my life as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. It's not necessarily the most pleasant part of my memory, but it was a defining moment in my life, ...