That’s why I so badly want to go home, to fix things, because without that happy place, if I end up trusting someone like that again, I won’t be strong enough to pull myself up when they inevitably leave me behind.” There. I’d said it out loud, and all I could do was sob and shake as if I’d uncorked a wine bottle filled to the brim with a whole year’s worth of sucking it up and coping.
