The "land mine"

On sunday, I ran across a note that was written in one of my journals. It read:

"Me and the boys really liked having you home this weekend, Hope you made it back to flag Smooch xxx/ooo"

It was neatly tucked away in a pile of papers in a box that I was cleaning out. I remember cutting the page out of my journal right after I got back from Thanksgiving. Did I tell you what happened at thanksgiving? If not, I probably should. Anyway, at the time, I wasn't thinking that we'd actually get a divorce. I put it in the pile of papers filed it away in the filing box only to open up on Sunday the 14th. It was like hitting a land mine. In fact, I think I might have even seen the compression wave emenating from that little note prior to hitting my psyche and when it hit, it left nothing in its wake.