"Are you still talking to my mother?" I asked, watching Edward shush me by bringing his pointing finger to his lips. "Unbelievable," I said, making him repeat the action again before leaving the living room for the still empty kitchen. I laughed, unable to stay mad at him. Edward was getting along with my family. I had introduced them to each other over the course of the past month. They hadn't physically met yet, but they called each other frequently.
I think everyone was relieved that I had moved on and was getting the medical help I needed. Ever since I made my first return post on social media, I've been trying to keep it up to date. I changed my relationship status on f*******: and had slowly gone through the backlog of f*******: friend requests I had received over the years as I tri
