Letting go of the anger at my have-nots feels like free falling. Free falling has never been encouraged for me, you see, because it’s reckless. And there is no room to be reckless when you have no one to rely on but yourself.

How alone my mother must have felt.

How alone my father must feel.

It’s an ironic tragedy to be around people who lament your absence and whom you feel so alone with.

I don’t want to perpetuate the loneliness out of punishment or fear anymore.