What is lost? In less than six months I’ve managed to lose one child to death, one child to a long-overdue change in custody and one child to my own unreasonable and unhealthy expectations. I’ve found and lost a roommate (though I’m awfully glad he’s gone) and lost two cats; one to life with her […]
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I started seeing a counselor in February when I saw B in her car again and realized where this was headed and how powerless I was to stop it. That counselor was like a love-struck junior cheerleader who did little but encourage me to talk and cheer me on. Her utter uselessness was recognized by
The first thing I put in my journal after Faerin died. When they come To tell you she’s gone They don’t take no for an answer They come into your house They don’t use euphemisms They don’t sit down They watch you fall apart and apologize for destroying your world They wait and wait and