I looked at myself in the mirror and I do not recognize the face staring back at me. He looks haggard with bags under his eyes. He's gaunt, he's lost a lot of weight. There are no laugh lines and his face has adopted a permanent scowl. His eyes are glazed, emotionless, cold.

I went through my photo gallery. An image of two young people happily in love with each other. I recognize her, I was married to her for almost twenty years. He has his arms around her shoulders. He's deeply in love with her. He dreams of growing old with his wife. And I see her love for him in her smile. A happy, younger couple. I don't recognize him either.

The young man is the before, the stranger in the mirror is the after. I hate this