Demolition Before the Bloom

didn’t reach her eyes. It was cold, almost polished. “No,” she replied. “I’m serious. Ethan needs stability. He has children to think about. You’re just… here.”

Then she said it.

She called me a parasite.

It hit harder than anything else she could’ve said. Like everything I had done over the last three years had just been erased in a single breath. Like continue reading …