This weekend has been so amazing. It was very well needed. Mike is so wonderful it’s kinda unbelievable
But now I’m home and I was sitting with my mom and she starts talking about my dad and it’s just, I’ve been trying not to think about what happened. I put it so far back in my mind that I guess I kinda just pretend that he’s on a work trip or something. And it kinda hit me again then that he’s really gone. Yesterday I went down in my basement for the first time since I found him. I’ve just been feeling really weird and anxious all the time lately idk but this weekend was a nice break from all that.
