It's been a month since Milton's gone and well, everything changed without his presence. I have become a shell of my own. I no longer feel the need to bed women. Instead, I drown myself with alcohol or work. And I'm not really sure if it worked in Dad's favor.
I am slowly learning to grasp the idea that this is now my life, but at the same time, I have yet to accept the fact that my brother is no longer in this world.
Mom turned to learning how to cook and bake because that's what our family doctor advised her to do to cope up. Dad? Well, let's just say that he's still an ass****.
It feels like the bridge that's keeping this family from falling apart collapsed and everything turned into chaos. I decided to buy a condo of my own. No, not the typical penthouse CEO always gets, but a si
