The only people I ever really had in my life were my Mom and Dad. Mom was a monster, and Dad did everything he could to help her be one. But they were never even remotely cruel to me, and they gave me everything I ever needed or wanted in my life. Obviously, them dying when I was 20 really tore me up inside, but I had to move on, I had to persevere, just like they'd want me to.
With that goal in mind, I set out to take their wedding rings to the place where my father proposed to my mother, since they seemed to love that place so much. It just seemed like a good send-off, a good way to let go of both my dependence on them, and of the other, more sinister hopes that they once had for me and my future.
Well, I guess this story just proves that I'm more like them than I'd be willing to admit.
|Updated||Sep 16, 2019|