Today is just another sucktastic day. I find myself going down memory lane again and I'm not quite sure how to stop it. All the way back to our wedding weekend again. Sigh.

I should know better. It's been over for a long time. I shouldn't care anymore, but I do. I shouldn't think about our failed marriage, but I do.

I just don't know how to rid myself of this ghost that has become a full-fledged haunting these past couple of days. There isn't anything of us anymore, but I still think like there is sometimes. I don't remember the bad times, because quite honestly, there weren't any. You know, maybe there was one disagreement/argument for the entire 10 years. Truth.

I'm stuck in what-if land, and there isn't a door out.

There are moments in this life when you are so confident in the rightness of your actions, that not even for a second do you consider the option that you might be wrong.