I don’t blame them. I’m not angry at Alistair. I can’t feel anything besides relief, knowing the ones I’ve always kept closest to me know me. Each of us have a story, unbelievably hard fucking stories. They hurt and they bleed. When they fall on deaf ears, they become myth. But it doesn’t make it any less real for us. I look at them, knowing that regardless of the lies, one truth is our solid foundation. “We are all unbelievable circumstances that are complete truth.”
