22 years on the 22nd.
IF I was still married.
Which, as you know, I am most definitely NOT.
I have mixed emotions.
I remember being young, in love, and hopeful...
(also DO NOT DIS THE HAT, IT WAS THE 80s FOR CRAP'S SAKE)
And I remember loathing the asshat I married (now THERE is a story in itself, and it ain't pretty)...
It was a poor decision (we've established that those're about the only kind I know how to make) by a too-young & not-wise-enough girl who had to learn the hard way.
But it was a lesson learned that will never be forgotten.
Sometimes I miss that girl. But only a little bit.
Happy anniversary to me.
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