According to the tally board in my kitchen, that is the number of times my mother has made me cry since January 1st.
Today was the first time in two years that I looked at a picture of you and didn’t miss you. That’s a step. They say it takes half as long as a relationship lasted to get over it… Looks like I’m ahead of the curve.
And suddenly, that place that used to be so comfortable, wasn’t as comfortable anymore.