I do remember; every crappy little thing and how they’ve gained critical mass to come to define me. Everybody thinks I’m the jerk who created this situation. They’re not wrong.
The accident was an accident. I didn’t look for that kind of cop-out. But I’m good at grasping an opportunity when one presents itself.
The therapist shows me a picture of my wife.
‘She looks nice. Do I know her?’
‘Doesn’t she trigger anything?’
Late-night shouting matches, the ultimatum I thought was a scare tactic, her filing for divorce.
I do remember everything.
I just make everybody believe otherwise.