I hold the belief there are some things people simply don’t forget. An affair before, during and after the only wedding in your life is among them.
That's pretty horrific.
I'm a firm believer that many of the questions we ask, we can also answer. Or at least have insight into.
Some 10-11 years ago, while returning from a ski trip, I was passing slow cars on a two lane road. The road bent to the right, but I could see around the curve and it was clear. I thought.
So I passed the slow big truck, and halfway through was confronted with a van with a family coming the opposite way and I was in their lane. Thank god they swerved onto the shoulder, otherwise it'd have been a head-on collision with all of everyone dead. No doubt. I thought I was a good driver.
To this day, it hurts deeply to think about it. It hurts to write this. I don't in fact think about it, other than for a micro-second before I pass a car. I don't dwell on, and can no longer remember, the looks on the driver's face, or number of passengers, or what the car was I passed, or what the van was I almost ran into, or the weather, or exactly which state I was in when I passed (Vermont or NY, based on route), or what the route was I was taking. I have let them fade, just keeping the important thing, which that I almost killed a bunch of people through stupidity.
This is the opposite of my memory of D-Day, where I've worked hard to keep details alive. Assuming my WW felt about her fall from grace the same as I feel about almost killing a bunch of people, I don't doubt that she has let them fade. But that is an assumption. She could also have a picture of him hidden away somewhere. But I've looked.
So...look in your own past. Everyone has f***ed something up. What is your relationship to that memory? Learn from it, and bring it to bear on your current situation.
Sending strength!
DDay 1986: R'd, it was hard, hard work.
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver