My home has always been a sanctuary type place, just like the closets I hid out in as a child. They use to say if you couldn’t find me just start looking in the closet. I spend a lot of time hiding. I spend a lot of time making sure I’m covered from head to toe. I don’t even turn the light on when I use the restroom and I shower in the dark.
I told the driver that despite having a car I’ll still take a cab to therapy. I’m usually pretty good about knowing when to put the keys down. I don’t drive to or from therapy.
We talked about my anniversary coming up and about the days leading up to it. In my head I saw her holding the upper part of my body out of the window. I’m looking down. She’s yelling something but I can’t really hear her. I’m thinking to myself, “This is the last time this is ever going to happen.” Continue reading ‘Closets, Hiding and Ownership’
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