Love and Relationships
"This meant so f***ing much to me. To see it placed into words."
I really believed that I had found the one good heart. There was a kind of purity and honesty about his writing
Warren would obsess all day about music and melody, and I would obsess all day about mathematics and numbers. It was like we were pulling so hard in such opposite directions that the tension kept both of us from floating away
Don't blame us if it doesn't look good.
Your mum never liked him anyway.
There is a lot I have discovered since you took your own life. Firstly, while there is no hierarchy of death where one is better than the other, it's safe to say that living a long life is at the top while a short one is at the bottom. I don't know where suicide sits, but it's safe to say, it makes other people REALLY uncomfortable. I was advised against telling people how you died. And in the initial bizarreness of picking your burial plot and coffin (and being asked whether Robert was an eco-friendly man), I erred on the side of caution. But by this 30th day, I have realised when the worst, most devastating thing possible happens, you lose the energy to maintain any artifice.
What if Valentine's Day, or relationships in general, were a stark reminder of the most painful and distressing events that you ever experienced? What if they triggered a trauma so terrifically challenging that it forever altered your approach to life? Welcome to Valentine's Day, and relationships, for adoptees.