365: Red; January 22, Fading into the past

I was married, years and years ago, to probably the worst person for me to be married to. I don't know this person any more, so my perception is still, shall we say, not positive. It's been 20 years since and I've managed to get rid of almost everything that was part of that marriage, save the kids (I adore them) and the house (very grateful for it, all things considered).

Near the end of what was a volatile relationship, my soon-to-be ex had one of their fits. Not often, but often enough to be scary, there were fists, and pushing and shoving, and one time, a kick into the front door, which caused a huge crack and dent in said front door.

That break has been repaired, by a pro, so it isn't noticeable to anyone who doesn't know it's there. But I know it's there. I should probably replace the door. One should forgive, I suppose, and many times, one should maybe also forget. But not always.