One of my writing group buddies attended the Sanibel Island Writing Conference this month, and she shared a new form she learned about in a workshop. It's called Micro memoir, and after reading a couple of hers I couldn't resist the urge to to try it out. So, here it goes...
"Since we're going to get married," I told him. "I need to tell you something." I confessed to my fiancé, lying on a bed cuddling, that I had been with another guy while we apart in college. In his heart I think he knew it, but I needed to make sure we didn't start our marriage with a lie. I worried because there was no explosion. Just a long silence. He said he'd get over it and he still wanted to marry me. I said I was worried he'd hold it in and later hold it over my head. I was relieved because I was able to shed the weight of a secret, but I was nervous he'd never get over it. And we moved on. At least we tried to. Twenty years of marriage, a solid and faithful one, and we never spoke of it again- until a couple of weeks ago when I was reading aloud a stupid Signs You Know You're Soulmates or in a successful marriage or whatever list on Facebook. Amidst the list items about laughing at each other's jokes, enjoying each other's company in silence, blah, blah, blah, it said:
"You've never broken each other's hearts."
I said, "That's true."
He said, "Well..." And we both knew exactly what he meant. Ouch.
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