When we were suffering from Charles’ addiction, the world kept turning.
When he died by suicide, the world kept turning then, too.
I was moving at the speed of slug after his death and everything seemed to whiz by so quickly. Was I in slow motion? Or was everyone else moving in fast motion? I was in a world that was entirely different from the one everyone else was moving in.
Would I ever catch up? Would anyone ever want to be around me? Or would I be a cruel reminder of a life gone bad? Would anyone ever invite … Read more...