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December 9 - December 11, 2021
While it’s true, I hate the attention. The pity. The well meant words and sentiments that do nothing to assuage the deep well of grief in my chest or make it easier to bear Sophie’s. The tears. The stomach aches with no cause except the trauma of losing her parents. The tantrums. Dear god, the tantrums.
Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have needed to find specific people I already know to talk to at a party. I’d show up and mingle and make friends. Or, in this case, I would’ve already made friends with several other coworkers, and not just the one who invited me.

