No? Then maybe you've suppressed the petty memories. Budapest would be
easy to remember compared to arguments about the kitchen.
You accused me once that I didn't see the dirt. You were right, I didn't.
I've never been one to see
the dirt, the specks, the little things; what's underneath and behind and in the corner. My mistake.
With those kinds of failings to cope with, you should have been glad to be rid of me.