I don't have a copy to put on here, I don't have any of them left.
Because, of course and considering the nature of the other blog it should be no surprise that the photo that could make me both angry and sad would be one from my wedding day. Gosh, I can barely even type it without feeling a shot in my stomach.
What can I say that I haven't already torn a strip off the internet from saying?
I know I shouldn't say it was the biggest mistake of my life because I have the boys from that train wreck of a marriage but I can't help it.
The deluded fool in the blue dress (light blue because if you "wear blue your love with be true", perhaps making him wear it as well might have been an idea.) Smiles that were nothing more than a farce when all was said and done. If I could go back, a la Doctor Who, then I'd head back, tell that idiot to do what she had originally planned and to take the consequences. I would have still had the boys, some things are tattooed onto your future, mine and their lives have always been set.
Like the guy on the t'internet who is blogging about his 101 uses for his ex-wife's wedding dress I took great pleasure in destroying the evidence of that day. Because it was all based on lies, and I hate that I was too damn stupid to see it. So both angry and sad, and I've had enough of feeling either way.