Happy Anniversary, my heart, my soul, my everything, wherever you are. Did you have to believe his lies? Did Fox?
18 years, 19 years, 20...
This year, 26.
I go back and forth. One year I am so broken I can't leave the house, other years I have no choice, I have to go to work, I have to attend to the daily struggle-those years I hate Crusty so much I long for a mere three minutes alone in a room with him and I contemplate the damage I could do in three short minutes to him if I had a nice Little Slugger in my hands.
26 years-he stole the years, the hope, the chances...
Some years I actually make it through the day and don't even think about it until something triggers a wave of grief so strong I think I will fall through the floor instead of only to it. But it is private, and no-one sees, no-one knows.
Thanks to Crusty, no-one cares. He set me up for this. What a swell guy.
Tomorrow I will go to work, I will do my job, I will probably work late as usual.
Tomorrow I will try not to think about the ruins of life that I stagger through.
No-one will know and no-one will see.