Separation turned every room into evidence. The house sounds like a place pretending to be neutral. There are nights I am relieved and devastated in alternating minutes. I miss someone I am also angry at and that is exhausting. I am grieving a family shape even on the days I know leaving was right. People want blame because blame is tidier than grief. The handoff parking lot holds more fury than any courtroom speech could. I miss someone I am also angry at and that is exhausting. I am grieving a family shape even on the days I know leaving was right. I am tired of translating this into something other people find acceptable.
For the home that vanished