RIZ
I couldn’t tell my husband about the conversation I had with Dad. We ate lunch in silence, and no matter how much Justin insisted that he wouldn’t go back to the office after our meal, I urged him to. I wanted to be alone. We could always talk about it later tonight if he wanted to.
I took a shower to make myself feel better. I even put on pajamas to be comfortable. I felt tired, so I thought the best thing to do was to sleep it off. There was nothing I could do about Dad’s decision except hope that one day, he would accept the life I chose. But sleep was elusive, and no matter how much I tried to close my eyes, I couldn’t fall asleep. It was that kind of exhaustion where your mind and heart are so tired, yet you can’t find rest.
I tried to doze off while watching TV. Coincidentally
