Oct 11, 2012 20:50
I'm trying to write an autobiographical snippet for a class assignment... and, since I actually did keep a journal, I've gone back to look at it to get the dates right. Ten years is a long time to think back to, frankly.
I started keeping my journal in 2002. My marriage fell apart in 2003 (although our financial situation cratered in 2001). This means that my efforts to trace back land smack in the middle of the whole thing... and god, it still hurts to read. I don't think it would necessarily feel like that to anyone else, but... damn.
My husband just came in. My life is so much better now.