Sixty-Seven: JaredI couldn't wait to get out of the car. We'd gone to visit my grandma in Ohio for Thanksgiving, and it was like being in a fishbowl. Obviously my family knew what had happened in the accident, and I just felt looked at the whole time. There seemed to be a split among them- they either said nothing and just looked at me with sad eyes, or they handed out generic platitudes that did nothing to make me feel any better.
My favorite was “It could have been worse, thank God you're alive.” That was from my uncle. There were so many things wrong with that statement that I just looked at him and found somewhere else to sit. I had been driving the car in an accident that killed my girlfriend. There weren't a lot of positives in that situation for me. It wasn't that I wanted to be un
