Some doors are meant to be closed. Not because of pride or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead you somewhere. If giving access means possible pain. Then, I'd better shut it forever. A lot of tears have been shed in the past. It need not be repeated.
Breathing. Healing. Surviving—wasn't easy. And if I became defenseless again, it would be as if I had let all my struggles rise to nothing. If that's the case, it's nothing more than a never-ending display of idiocy.
"But why can't Daddy stay here, Mommy?" Alas flared his nostrils.
He was like this after I told his father to go home. He cannot accept it. He wanted him to spend the night, which I, of course, refused. As selfish as it may sound, everything has boundaries. I did what I promised. Now, it's their part to be conten
