years  years after the fact  he had photographs of their love up

                                                                    all he could think was how good they might have been those latter years if the pictures had been up visible to remind them day-by-day exactly from where they had come  how they persevered endured  fought  how they persisted and succeeded defying the odds

                                                                                                  visually

what wonderful reminders

                             he rememberedhis memory was longer than hers she attacked himaccused him of remembering  lying

                      Baby please dont be bitter that I can remember Im only trying to share with youremind you of what we hadwhat struggles we had how we succeed

My intent isnt to beat you upslight you

Maybe it’s not your intention, but that’s how I feel, how you make me feel. You make me feel less than you, and you tout it like a cock crowing at dawn.

Youre misunderstanding my intentions 

No. I understand perfectly what your intention are; I’m damaged, you’re not.

Is that what you believe in your heart

In your heart? You’re a pig. You flaunt your health in my face, flaunt it as you walk down the street, the women whose heads you tur . .

. . Who I dont no . . 

. . WHO I NOTICE.

I dont 

Well, that makes you the ignorant one, doesn’t it. she was picking at him he despised ignorance

Not noticing people behind my back doesnt make me ignorant

You ought to turn around once in a while, instead you walk forward . . as if you were, are, impervious, above it all.

What happens at my back Im unable to do anything about What is before meyoure before me is my only concern

Nice. Tell you what. You needn’t be concerned. I’m out of your hands, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m beyond you.

he wished he had put their earlier pictures up

                                                 so she would have evidence evidence that she minimised talked herself out of their past was past and therefore unreal

Look he could have said Remember

unfortunately her state would dictate that she had no memory

                                                                  that they were phony because he was a phony he was manipulative

he was just trying to live a normal life

                                        trying to be an example to their girls trying to gently quietly ameliorate her violent hurtful words

               reminding their girls after the storms their mother reconsidered then always always said she was wrongI WAS WRONG and humbly asked for their forgiveness

they were teenagers

                      he was an adult  a shabby thing to have over them but more experienced not experienced with deep depression but more experienced with love and loving  who their mother was at her core who he fell in love with and who he wasnt going to let go

1659,  Monday,  7  9. 20

1332,  Twosday,  8  9. 20