When the Obsessiveness Leaves Me
After a car accident, my memory ended ten years ago, on the night I got down on one knee and proposed to Adrian Halloway.
I tore through every app on my phone, desperate to find proof that Adrian was my husband, but in my contacts, there was only one number. My message threads were completely blank.
Helpless, I called my best friend, Hannah Price, to ask if my proposal that night had actually worked. She exploded at me like a firecracker, "Juliana Rowe, have you completely lost your mind? Worked? You’ve been trying to divorce the man!"
The first thing that flashed through my head when I hung up was, 'Damn, I’m impressive. I actually managed to land the untouchable Adrian Halloway.'
The second thing was staring at the handwritten divorce agreement on my nightstand with total confusion.
'Who’s getting divorced? Me? I’m the one who wants this? What the hell is wrong with me?'