Spices and Tears
This brought tears to my eyes. Wonderfully written. As I’ve been here recently with a breakup this resonated with me. Thank you for writing it.
Life is weird when you’re going through a divorce. You break down crying over random receipts, anniversary cards you’ve saved make you inexplicably angry, and as you sort through the spices you’ve meticulously put into nice jars and labeled, you think, “fuck you, I’m keeping the fleur de sel we bought on our honeymoon in Paris”.
Spices shouldn’t be one of the hardest parts of this, but somehow they are. You both love cooking and for years you did it together. You remember last fall when you decided to divide up the chores—thinking that would relieve some of the stress of you always getting annoyed with each other over when dinner should be made and that you are always so busy writing—you wonder if his comment about there not being enough room in the (admittedly small) kitchen for two cooks meant a hell of lot more than you thought at…
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