our love is god,
let's go get a slushie.
” that’s a joke, right? “
” i never pay attention to him. “
“ he’s the reason why i’m motherless. “
I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions
” see, that’s difficult. “
” on one hand, no. i never did. “
“ on the other hand, she was just someone to help with this master plan. “
“ could i have loved her? “
“ maybe if I wasn’t so fucked up, yeah. maybe. “
Yes. I knew. Bud was gloating about it the night before, about how “the bitches’ll never see it coming” and “serves them right”. I was in a low spot, and I thought I’d found the only way out. So, the next morning, I walked right into that library and waved at JD out the window as it blew up.
It’s not a decision I’m proud of. I should have taken JD that night, run for it, gotten out of there with my son instead of leaving him to my husband. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have done what he did. Maybe I should have left even earlier, and eliminated Bud’s influence completely. But what’s done is done. I made so many mistakes, and that was the worst of them all. I didn’t even tell JD I loved him before I left him alone.
imagine your icon has suddenly, inexplicably, become your legal guardian