It is a happy occasion, and this maternal overload of love running through my veins is normal; I tell myself this on repeat. But just

No one talks about the aftermath. No one teaches you how to deal with the part of divorce, where you no longer exist in your

It’s dark outside, and with nothing else to tend to, I make myself comfortable in between the soft sheets of my bed. I prop myself

I pull away my shades to scan the people. No one knows me here, and I feel somewhat isolated, but no one knows. I’m just

I find myself at sea, sailing the waters, and for every wave that creates turbulence, I must hang tight. The smooth sailing is abruptly forgotten

I look up at the second set of stairs and let out a big sigh. This small building has a lot of potential, but instead,