I went to the State Fair with the Mrs today and we had an amazing time. When we got home, I decided that I would wash the dishes while the Mrs was in the shower. Somewhere in between washing the plates and rinsing the knives, I suddenly burst into tears…
Many people have asked me if I’m doing alright since my mother has passed, and truly I am coping in the best way that I know how. Something that mildly irritates me though, is that normally, whenever I say that I’m doing the best that I can, people tend to follow up with “Yeah, you seem like you’re doing really well”.
What does that mean exactly?
Everything that I knew about life changed on June 22nd, 2015. On this day, I learned that my mother took her own life in my childhood home. She was 53 and I was 26 at the time.
Unsolicited Truth 