The pressure within the lounge had become too much, and I think I had spoken as much as I was able to for now. It was like a pressure valve had been released, and I felt so much better, but I still had a limit. We had reached further in sharing with my father with regard to the weight upon my mind than I had ever been able to before; and that felt like a massive milestone. An achievement. I hoped it was a sign of things to come and could only hope my parents would support me the way I needed. But the pressure from over-sharing was lingering, and I needed some space.
Not only that, but hearing my mother blather on so much about Presley being so much of a good friend was breaking me. I knew how wonderful the girl was. I did not need someone to remind me. Hearing it all was making me conside
