Y'all, I'm trying. Trying alot of things. I'm mostly trying to not move on, but deal with this situation like Momma would want me to. Because she would want me to try and be ok. She would want me to be happy, and go to work, and love on our dogs, and cook, and finish all those random things we were watching, and laugh with Devon, and tease my brother, and write about any and everything else, and go on living like everything is ok.
Well, everything is not ok. Not even a little. And I don't care for it one bit.
But, I'm trying. Because she would kick my ass if I didn't.
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