..after contemplating what went wrong and what went right during a 14 year marriage that ended in divorce, I came to some enlightening revelations, some not so major but noetheless mildly significant.

Like: I never lost anything, aside from the occasional set of car keys (or the car) after a night of serious drinking. That was because everything I owned was on the floor. Wake up in the morning, and there it was, staring you in the face. A quick shuffle through the layers of books, records, tapes, clothes, pens, pencils, papers, various and sundry items rarely failed to reveal the item I was looking for. It was only after my "better half" decided "we" needed to become "organized" that I never could find a damn thing. Go figure.