As I write this, it is Father’s Day. I am back at my mother’s house, sifting through stacks of photo albums choosing which throwback photos to include in the obligatory memorial Facebook post for my father, who sadly passed away…
As I write this, it is Father’s Day. I am back at my mother’s house, sifting through stacks of photo albums choosing which throwback photos to include in the obligatory memorial Facebook post for my father, who sadly passed away…
“Stalked your insta, ngl [you] seem really happy and got your life together [sic]” is the first message I saw when I woke up in a hospital room. I couldn’t help but chuckle at just how ridiculously wrong that stranger…
There’s no better feeling than being in love. It’s exhilarating, intoxicating, a giddy rush… until it isn’t. Three words. That’s all it took. Having the person who I truly cared about more than anyone else spit in my face and…
