Post-divorce anniversaries are awkward. The date itself has never failed to trigger a reaction. I know it’s April 5th. It’s part of my blood. I can’t forget it.
The strange part is that because I stopped counting each year (or in the early part, half-years), I have to do the math to figure out how many it would have been.
2011 – 1997 is 14.
14.
On this day I tip my virtual hat to BvP and hope he’s doing well, wherever the tides have taken him.
