as I laid on the couch hungover and depressed on Sunday, I realized I was exactly in the same place as I was a year before, to the day. The only difference being Monique was dead now, and not sitting on the couch with my head in her lap telling me I would be ok. When will it be to much, when will I learn, grow, change?
these approaching holidays have made me unbelievably more lonely, I remember being a kid, My moms side of the family spent Christmas eve, and my dads Christmas day, soon after my grandpa died in 2000 things changed, and they've been changing, This will be the first Christmas without Monique, and both families have given up all Holiday tradition (my dads side has basically given up on life), But I will not give up yet, and My mom and I will be throwing our first ever Christmas eve party. In memory of Monique.
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