Old Photos
Been looking through some old photos. Good times:
I used to love browsing through old photos, but often I’d just stop after I hit the saturday night dinner section because it’s still such a potent memory – the whole Shuda debacle and the subsequent marginalization and isolation that resulted. Forced myself through it tonight, for better or for worse. I still just can’t believe how thoroughly duped and misled I was.
Ironically, there, the relationship imploded (or should I say, “was obliterated”) despite a complete lack of malice on my part. On the other hand, my now healthy relationship came out of a period where I was a complete and total ass. How that works, I don’t know.
