Oh, self-righteousness. How I loathe you.

There's a poster in this room that, when I just catch a glimpse of it, reminds me of one of my mother's wedding pictures. She is standing by a window in her simple white dress, her long hair wavy and covered by a sheer white veil. She is looking at the window, so distant. I think she is holding flowers, but I can't remember. My mom and dad got married when she was 20. She had my brother at 21. She was so young. In my eyes, my parents have always been adults. Would I have been friends with my mother? What was she like? I have seen pictures, and we looked so similar as teenagers. What happens next?
That was a different life for her. We used to have drawers full of photographs. I would look at them, and I always loved that picture. It's so serene, but full of longing.
My parents split up nearly ten years ago, but they still hold grudges. I probably would too. Sometimes there are hurts so deep that it's impossible to forgive them. Both my parents found new partners better suited to each of them. Should I look on this as a hopeful thing? To go through 20 years of an unwelcome marriage just so I can painfully divorce the father of my children and finally find someone right for me?
Time is such a fucking asshole.