It was a month after the miscarriage. I had finally recovered from the initial pan and even feeling somewhat relieved. I was young and still trying to figure out how to take care of myself and I didnt need to have a whole other human depending on me. If one good thing came out of the whole thing it was the talks I had with my parents. Shortly after the day I had kicked out my mother and left and angry voicemail for my father they had both come down to visit me, each in a hotel room. We ended up having a great weekend of reminiscing and recovering from the past. There were minimal fight and lots of laughs. The night they left I finally felt like I had family again. A way I hadn't felt since those days with Marshall and Owen back in highschool.
One Particular night I couldn't stop thinking about them, specifically Marshall. I had been stuck inside all day because of the snow storm and was finally getting ready for bed. I was remembering sitting at Alice’s with Marshall, owen was at work or something, and we were talking about his mom. She had died a few days before and Marshall wanted to just talk about her. As we walked home he told me he loved me. Me, being 16 and overwhelmed by the idea of losing a parent, told him I loved him back. We stayed together for 2 year, until I left for college. Everything was good, not great. He was caring and sweet and I truly did love him but when I left I knew we had to end it. He would say it ended badly, lots of crying and angry words, but I never thought of him poorly.
As I thought of the past I dozed off. When I woke up the next morning it felt like I had slept for a week. Feeling well rested, and somewhat renewed, I got ready for work.
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