I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

got me.

Nearly.

Because I’d spent years picturing their comfort before mine.

Then another thought came in right behind it: when I had my wisdom teeth out at twenty-four and asked Mom to pick up my prescription, she forgot because Madison needed a ride to a spray tan appointment.

So.

A patio chair.

She’d survive.

“I didn’t take the patio furniture,” I said.continue reading …