Chapter 28: Like Mother, Like Daughter

The box of tissues on our marble coffee table was empty. The glass of wine next to it was halfway there. After a glass or two, I realized it wasn’t helping to numb any of the pain, so I gave up and chose ice cream instead. Luckily, we only had a pint of cookie dough left, so eating my feelings was limited. I knew I’d be grateful for that later.

I put on ‘Big Brother’ and went through a few episodes to distract myself. Even if I fully invested myself into the competitions and alliances, my body remembered how sad I was, and wouldn’t let me stop feeling every emotion all at once.

So, there I was, my nose raw and tearstains on my cheeks as I watched a Head of Household competition. I hadn’t even heard my mom come in.

“Oh gosh, that guy’s going to win HOH? I don’t blame you for crying that much.”