Generation 2 · February 5, 2021 0

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The next week was so loud—loud in my mind and spirit. I was still angry at Laurant—and myself. At first, I tried to forget he even came at me like that. I tried yoga to calm my spirit, hoping it would help. I busied myself with Shiloh, teaching her new tricks. Mommy came by a few times and tried to get in my business, but I didn’t want to talk about it. But after a while, I relented because swallowing anger does nothing except give you heartburn. I couldn’t go on ignoring this because it was a question that begged for an answer. Worse yet, I already knew the answer. It’s why I’m so angry. Why can’t I just admit it? What am I really afraid of? Why is adulting so hard?? I didn’t sign up for this.