Family

The best, and worst, parts of packing and cleaning is finding things we thought were gone.

I contacted the moms. I started with my mom, telling her what happened, and what my options are. Then, I finished it with “please don’t say ‘I told you so’, I already feel broken enough.” She’d never say it, as much as she may think it. Mom didn’t call.. I told her I couldn’t handle…

My birthdays are always a bit bittersweet for me. My morning wasn’t great; while I liked my birthday present from him, my usual exceptional talent for figuring out what he’d gotten me failed. I’d built up an idea of what my gift was, and I was dreadfully wrong, and it showed. Then, there’s the “fuck,…