My Father Bob Blackburn (Documentary Photo #d3458):

I was living a lie and had to get out.  That simple.  I know Debbie is hurt, but she still has the house and she can find somebody else.  Things have changed, sure, but the world hasn't come to an end.  We still had that time together. What we had hasn't changed.

Ends, like origins, are equally difficult to explain.

Evidence at the site: none.


My Mother Deborah Blackburn (Documentary Photo #56y3y):

You never really know anybody apparently.  When he left me ... I really need to make dinner ... How can you think you know anybody?  July 15th.   That's my new anniversary.