Today (well technically yesterday as I write this) was our anniversary. Three years of wedded bliss as the saying goes. Today was anything but wedded bliss. Today was hard and full of tears and hurt and sadness and anger and a few forced smiles in between. Today was another reminder, another milestone that we are passing without our son. Did I mention that today hurt? I tried so hard not let it. I fought like hell today to be happy and joyful. I'm not sure why, I suppose because it is "tradition" to be happy and celebratory on such occasions. I lost the battle.
I ordered a steak from a restaurant we frequent, a ribeye to be exact, for a few moments I thought they had mistakenly given me a porkchop. That is exactly how I think of our anniversary today, it really is the ribeye but today was mistaken for a porkchop.
I guess there is always next year, that's why they call it an anniversary.
