How Didn’t You Know?

A love story. A hate story. A forgiveness story.

Tracy Willis
The Memoirist

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Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash

We threw a good party.

People were still talking about it when the divorce was final seven years later. No one could ever say that we didn’t have great taste or that we didn’t know how to have fun. Our wedding guests didn’t leave until after midnight, long after we had snuck out of our own reception to find an all-night liquor store for a bottle of champagne before checking in at the bed & breakfast we had reserved.

We met at a New Year’s Eve bar party. He danced all night with my friend, Kristin. I watched them together on the dance floor while my lug nut date spun drunkenly on a bar stool next to me. When they came up for air, Rob sat down, and Kristin made a beeline for the bathroom.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m trying to figure out how we’re going to get home. Sierra and Mary ditched us.”

Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but Kristin and I lived an hour away. There was no way we could get into a car with the lush sitting next to me.

“I’ll drive you. It’s no big deal.”

Later that evening, we poured Larry the lush into his dorm room on the airforce base. Kristin passed out in the backseat of the car, and Rob and I talked all the…

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Tracy Willis
The Memoirist

I'm a teacher who woke up one day and asked, “How the hell did I get here?” Writing compels me, and I've learned to listen when the universe speaks. Finally.