My shoulders drop. I did all of it by myself. Every appointment. Every follow-up. Every phone call. Every medication. I thought it was what I wanted. Thought it would be easier to do it alone. Thought it would be less stressful if I didn’t include anyone else in the trauma. But sitting here, heart hurting over Dad’s reaction, I realize I was wrong. I was wrong to keep it from him. Wrong to keep it from my mom.
Crying
