Not long after my husband and I split up, I stood in front of a cooler at the grocery store. I was completely baffled–was he the one who hated guacamole or was it me?
I was beginning the process of finding my edges and reclaiming those parts of me that I had compromised for the sake of our relationship. I was disentangling and rediscovering myself.
Eventually, I remembered that it was my ex-husband who hated guacamole. So I bought some.
Image courtesy of the Hass Avocado Board
Finding my way home 