Those predivorce photos can get me everytime.
It seemed to be a happier time when the world seemed right...I didn't feel so incorrect and misplaced. My day had an agenda and I didn't question the hours filled with mindless routine.
The dark days began in 1998 when my youngest son was only 2. Photographs are like a documentary of your life. They play over and over as you turn the pages. All the telltale signs are there just glaring at you and all the pain reappears when you examine the missing pieces... Suddenly the balanced pictures are no longer balanced. All that life that you worked so hard to plan and put in its' correct place becomes misaligned. All the things that you thought were your dreams were going to keep you forever happy just bottomed out and the pictures tell the story Suddenly you are going solo.