One minute, everything is fine. The next minute it’s not…and I mean that quite literally. I have watched emotions explode in my household like grenades with no warning. Late-night meltdowns about nothing and everything at the same time. Arguments that started about a glass left on the counter and somehow ended up being about everything that has ever gone wrong in the last six months. Blurting out hurtful things that cannot be unsaid. Crying because I raised my voice by one
I was fourteen years old when I met the person who would spend the next two decades teaching me that expectations are just disappointments waiting to happen. I did not know that then, of course. At fourteen, I had a very clear picture of the life I was going to build. I had watched the people around me struggle, and I had made quiet promises to myself that I would do it differently. More structure. More planning. More follow-through. I was going to have the life that I had
