20 years he stole from me. And the fruits of that he wanted for himself alone. No matter. The worst is watching him discard his children. It was hard enough for me, but to watch him discard them? It f -ing shreds me.
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.