britewordworm

November 12, 2012

Word Forty-Five: Illusion

Filed under: 100 Themes Challenge — by britewordworm @ 5:44 pm
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Inside, I’m numb.

No matter telling them though. Mom wasn’t at all thrilled when I argued that I didn’t need counseling, that I was able to handle the death of Dean.

Over the years, I learned how to cry silently, how to write out thoughts (as I am here), how to never mention Dean (unless I wanted some sort of mini-therapy session from Mom), and how to act like I never even had a brother in the first place.

I have learned not only how to pretend this all didn’t happen, but how to pretend so well, that I’ve lost my true joy.

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