I discovered this photo several months ago on Flickr along with the poignant, extended caption. It’s been made available by JKönig via the Creative Commons License.
It feels like a rare find; an actual photograph reflecting the collective experience of many Generation X children of divorce. We, the battle-scarred veterans of broken homes.
From the Book of Revelation: Behold, I am making all things new…write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.
this is a photograph of me from the summer of ’73,
taken by my father.
i don’t remember him taking it.
i don’t remember what i was reading.
i don’t remember the bedspread
or the t-shirt
or the pink crayon stub.
i sort of remember the doorknob.
and i vaguely remember the feeling
of the sadness on my face.
but i know i remember the night
just two months later
when my mother sat with me
on the bed in my room
in the middle of the night
his leaving wasn’t my fault.
i still remember that.
What do you remember about Generation X children of divorce?