Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

events and moments I couldn’t connect to the Jonathan I’d known.

There was no mention of his first marriage. No acknowledgment of the years before his success, before his fortune, before he became the man everyone in this room had known.

It was like that part of his life—our life together—had been erased. As if the Jonathan who’d eaten ramen noodles continue reading …