Feed the Cat

You say “yet” like it isn’t already over. That cat owns you. You just haven’t accepted the terms.

And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re breakable. I think you survived the kind of thing that leaves a permanent weather pattern in a person, and now everybody who cares about you keeps checking the sky.That can feel insulting. I understand that.

It can also be love, however badly expressed.

Let Cal fix what he can.

Keep going to work.

And try, when you can, to build a life that is not organized entirely around the worst thing that ever happened to you.

You won’t do it all at once. That’s not how these things work. But piece by piece is still a way of building something.

—Ash

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