The next morning, I got myself ready to leave. Dr. Sanders had been in a couple of times before to check on me; she thought to mention that my husband had been sitting outside the door all night. I don't care; he can sleep on the moon for all I care.
My parents and the Numeros came through the door, all smiles and hugs, holding balloons and a big ass bear. I had my bag packed, ready to get the hell out of this depressing space.
Mr. Numero grabbed my bag; him standing there carrying a lady's bag was hilarious. Mrs. Numero thought so too; she fished out her phone and started taking pictures. I photobombed one with my tongue sticking out.
My family was happy; Mrs. Numero was happy. I should be too, right?
I looked for Richard in the room; he was standing in a corner looking even more exhausted than yesterday. I felt a pang of guilt, but he doesn't get to make critical decisions about my life.
