“I don’t think we’re going to make it.”
This is what I wanted to respond to my friends when they’d check in to see how I was doing.
“How are you adjusting, love?” they’d ask.
“Is it wonderful to be home?!” they’d inquire.
“How is your Boyfriend?” they’d wonder.
“Do you miss New York?” “Have you found a job?” “How is The Cat?” “I miss you so much!!”
And all I could think to reply was:
“I don’t think we’re going to make it.”
But I never said that. Because I didn’t want anyone to worry about me.
I’d like to apologize to anyone who was at that Going Away Party.
I was supremely awkward.
This was because there were some people who knew about my Mom, and were offering their condolences, and others who did not know, so therefore with them, I felt I had to act ‘normal’. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my other friends with the information, it was just that I had no idea how to possibly bring it up.
I mean, there’s no bigger way to kill the mood of a party than to reveal that your Mom had just passed away the week before.
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I rolled over and looked at the clock.
Fuck.
It was two.
In the afternoon.
I raised my hand to my eyes to block out the sunlight and rolled back over to my other side. I wanted more than anything to continue sleeping. I was just so, so tired. But I had to get up.
This day, I had to get up.
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