No one ever told you it was gonna be easy, and no one ever told you it was gonna be this hard.
I hadn't spoken to my mom in years, that is, until I found out she was dead. Some random hospital from my hometown called me up and told me she had passed and that they were deeply sorry. After speaking to them, I told them I would clean up her house and take some stuff to remember her buy. I was going to sell the house.
They don't teach you how hard it will be to open the door of the house you were imprisoned in. The screaming, the yelling, the fighting. The place where you fought for the bare minimum.
They don't tell you how draining it will be to strain away, scrubbing at the blood stains and the scuff marks of forever memories.
I'm here to tell you, I'm here to teach you that.