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by Jill Brooke on Fri, 01/06/2012 - 8:44am
The pictures of his ex-wife are scattered throughout the house, as though she is not only renting space in our home, but also in his brain. There are the pictures of her with his daughters on the beach with their footprints carved into the sand and the one where she is laughing while making a funny clown face with the youngest child.
There’s also a group family picture with all the cousins and grandparents; to me it’s as if the photo has become a giant 3D image and she is literally jumping out of it, a menacing reminder that she will always be in my life.
Do I mention that these pictures bother me or do I ignore it?
While we are dating, I say nothing, realizing it is not yet my place to make such a demand.
He had a life before me. The permanent remnants, these children running up and down the stairs, will be forever connected to that past.
I literally bite my tongue — even though I have slept over several times now and glanced at her picture while scrambling eggs in the kitchen.
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