“So, you decided to destroy my garden for your little trip down memory lane?” “I-I’m sorry,” Martin stammered. “I d-didn’t think—””No, you didn’t think,” I snapped before storming into the house. Inside, I paced the living room, trying to process what had just happened. How could Martin do this? How could he keep this secret from me? And how dare he prioritize his past with Janet over our life together? I heard the front door open and close, followed by hushed voices in the hallway. Then Martin called out, “Margaret? Can we talk?”I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. Martin and Janet were standing there with the muddy time capsule between them. “What’s there to talk about?” I asked coldly. “Please, let us explain,” Martin pleaded. “It’s not what you think.” Janet nodded. “We just wanted to reminisce a bit. There’s nothing —” I held up a hand, cutting her off. “You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Reminisce. Dig up your past. I’ll be outside.”I brushed past them and went outside. As I looked at the mess they had made of my garden, an idea formed in my mind.So, I started gathering wood for a bonfire. By the time I had a good blaze going on, the sun had almost set. I could hear Martin and Janet in the kitchen, laughing over something they’d found in the time capsule. “Hey,” I called out. “Why don’t you guys bring that stuff out here? We could have a nice little bonfire.”A few minutes later, they joined me outside, and Martin put the time capsule on the ground. “This is nice,” he smiled. I nodded and reached into the box to grab a handful of its contents. I had a few old photos and letters in my hand. “Margaret, what are you —” Martin started, but his words died in his throat as I tossed everything into the fire.”What are you doing?” Janet demanded.”Burnt bridges should stay burnt, don’t you think?” I said firmly. “It’s time to focus less on the past and more on the future we’re supposed to be building together, Martin.” I watched as the flames consumed their memories, thinking this wasn’t how I imagined our life together. However, it also gave me hope that maybe we could build something new from here. Something honest and real. Looking at Martin, I also realized he wasn’t the perfect man I thought I’d married. He was just as flawed as the rest of us.Suddenly, Janet broke the silence. “I think I should go,” she said, backing away from the fire. Neither Martin nor I tried to stop her as she hurried out of the yard. Once we were alone, Martin turned to me with tears in his eyes. “Margaret, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you about the time capsule.” I took a deep breath, “Did you think I wouldn’t understand?””I was afraid,” he admitted. “Afraid you’d think I still had feelings for Janet, afraid you’d be upset about the garden. I thought if I could just dig it up quickly while you were away, it would be over and done with. But I guess I was wrong. I messed up, big time. Can you ever forgive me?””I don’t know,
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