A Divorce After 50 Years That She Soon Regretted

The Weight of History

One afternoon, while sorting through old photographs for her granddaughter’s school project, Margaret paused at a faded wedding picture. Two young people stared back at her—hopeful, naive, certain they would conquer the world together.

She remembered Thomas working double shifts to pay the mortgage. She remembered the way he held her hand during her cancer scare fifteen years earlier. She remembered dancing barefoot in the kitchen when their first son got accepted into college.

Those memories weren’t dramatic. They weren’t glamorous. But they were theirs.

And they were irreplaceable.