We got together when I was twenty. Five years later, my first daughter was born, and then two more children arrived at five-year intervals. We had the family house, the dog, the cat, a shared business, holidays — everything according to schedule. On our tenth anniversary, we even got married.
From the outside, it looked like an easy life.
Could it have been?
I do not know where I was for those twenty years.
Even now, looking back, I cannot find myself in them.
