He'd have been 55 today. I didn't want it to affect me, but I can't pretend it didn't. It's a really strange combination of emotions - knowing that I'm happier and healthier now, knowing that I've found love again and pulled my life back together and survived an incredible loss. And still feeling off on… Continue reading Wipe the Glass (Happy Birthday, Tony.)
When he passed away, something extraordinary happened: I survived.
She knew this was something I had to be forced to recognize as a priority, because living as the codependent caregiver for a depressed hoarder, I'd not been one for a long, long time.
The good girl never wins.