I walk over to the cabinet to grab another glass, because I’m in desperate need of ibuprofen, when I hear “No!” coming from every person in the house. I turn around to see Blake AND the girls laughing at evidently the most hilarious joke of the twenty-first century, all while giving each other hi...
Six weeks of Roger sitting on my bedside table, judging me with his plastic, beady little eyes. Six weeks since I began my fall, and six weeks that I’ve continued to plummet into absolute nothingness. I tried to escape it, in the beginning. I spent the first three weeks getting obliterated with o...
It’s been non-stop. Kaeleb’s questioning especially.Sigh.Kaeleb. Much to my relief, after several more inquiry-filled classes in trust education, he’s still very much alive, but honestly, some days I really want to kill him—metaphorically speaking, of course. It’s usually when we perform the trus...