Was

Europe a lie? My birthday? Father's Day? My mom's birthday? Christopher's birthday? Our trip to Coronado? Our trip up North? Our dinners? Our pictures?

I'm jealous of everyone who has what I thought we had. I am so angry. So angry. I can't see straight. I don't know how I'm going to learn to live.

I pray. I pray. I pray. I hope you mean what you say. Give it a good fight. For yourselves. For us. For life.