We’ve got these small pottery bowls I really like. One day, I noticed there only seemed to be two of them. I asked my spouse what happened to the other two. She replied that we only ever owned two. I said, no that can’t be right, I’m certain we had four. She insisted only two. A while later I found a third. I went to her and said, ah ha, see, three bowls! Where did the fourth go?
And do you know what she says? “We’ve only ever had three.”
It’s been many months now, maybe a year, and there’s still only three, but hand to god, I’m going to find that fourth bowl.
I still can’t get a straight answer out of her why she’s so certain there were only ever three when she was just as certain there were only ever two until confronted with the physical reality of three bowls.
Now she thinks this is about being right, but I insist it isn’t. It’s the unsettling idea that my memory isn’t correct.
I may just have to let this one go... :-)