Used to be seeing these two little packages left on the counter would make my blood boil. Indeed, they sparked many a morning fight that sent us off to face the day with cold hearts.

I don't have that problem any more, she's gone. The mornings are quiet now, and now I only fight with myself about how stupid I was to let two insignificant paper wrappers become the source of so much anger.

Its strange how the image has quite a different effect on me now.