I can’t reckon the exact date but it was more-or-less ten years ago this week that my ex-wife and I split for good. Or rather, that week we used the magic word “divorce,” an invocation we had never previously used during our brief marriage. And once you invoke a demon, good luck fitting it back into the pentagram. By April I had a new apartment in Northwest Portland — unbeknownst to me (at the time) about 100' away from the future mother of my children.
It was a dark, dark week ten years ago, but it led us to better times, better things, better people, better lives.