"Vacay" photos

Recently flipped through and glanced at photos taken on our "family vacations"—job-related, out-of-state, week-long professional seminars, workshops, and trainings that my voidable spouse traveled to, and on which trips we tagged along.

 


































I went through the photos not with any specific reason other than a desire to expunge memories of an elaborate lie constructed by a cold-blooded, amoral, exploitative, remorseless, unprincipled, deceiving, and dishonest fraud. 

Looking at the photos, I wondered what I had seen in this creature that I had wasted the last 16 years of my life with; everything about him made me sick to my stomach.  Even if a knife is at my throat I could not find anything redeeming about the last 16 years ...  After asking my son whether he would want the photos for keepsakes, with him declining, I burned all those photos and flushed what remained among the ashes down the toilet.

In the sewer among the sewage is where they belonged.