For all the time I've spent fantasizing about this day coming to fruition, why is it now that it presents itself in a problematic manner? I have longed for the day I could bid this place farewell, yet somehow I feel the weight of responsibility I no longer have tethered to me, wrapping itself around my legs and dragging me back into this shit-show of a house. I've dreamt about leaving this place ...
So he gently placed himself onto the rusted, half-black bench, away from all the fuss. It was so easy for his grief to feel overshadowed by the others in his family during events like these. There was always someone claiming to know her ‘better’ or someone to share a fact or funny story he’d never heard of before. It made him wonder if he even knew who ‘she’ was this whole time. Suddenly, someone ...
