On December 14th, 2001, I got engaged.

Over the summer, my former therapist asked me why I got married.  My first answer – because he asked.  It’s both the truth and it’s the way it looks now, after time and perspective have altered my memories.

My father recently confessed he thought I didn’t seem as excited as other brides.  My mother, that perhaps she should have urged me to wait and be sure.

Who’d have thought that by the same date seven years later, I’d be getting divorced?  Certainly not me, and it’s doubtful anyone could have actually predicted it.

I wonder where I’ll be seven years from now…