Becky
My phone buzzed against the nightstand before the sun was even up, and I reached for it without thinking, the way you reach for a habit before your brain fully catches up to being awake.
The notification banner alone should have warned me. Forty-seven mentions. Then it changed to fifty-two before I'd even unlocked the screen. I hadn't posted anything in weeks. I barely used the account anymore, just an old profile from before Micah was born, mostly photos of him as a baby that I kept meaning to make private and never got around to.
I opened it anyway. I don't know why. Some part of me must have known it would hurt and gone looking for the pain regardless, the way you press your tongue against a sore tooth just to feel it again.
The first comment I saw called me a leech. The secon
