Stuck in the Past (Long Version)

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Loneliness was never something I understood. Being embraced by silence is the greatest comfort. It’s weightless. Time almost forgets you. Who could feel melancholy at such freedom?

People’s misery always had a way of clinging to me, like marshmallow s’mores that cement to your cheeks. So over the years, I excised myself from all but the necessary relationships. My physical therapy patients, my assistant, and grocery cashiers were all I spoke to.

The only thing I had that you could call a relationship were with my newspaper subscriptions. I had ten different journals delivered daily, and two extra editions on Sundays. Those papers forced me to remember life required participation. I couldn’t stay in my quiet shroud day after day. Every morning I woke up two hours earlier than I had to so I could read them all. Last week in the obituaries, I saw the boy who’d gotten me pregnant at seventeen.  Suicide. I wondered if guilt weighed on him all these years too.

I decided to go to his wake, the first social event I’d been to in years. I stood in the back listening to the priest, his mother, and a coworker. Then a young girl got up and started talking about her daddy. He’d been suffocated by loneliness, allowed himself to get drawn back into the despair of loving. After the funeral, I went home and cried myself to sleep for the first, and only, time. The next morning, I woke up and read my papers.

One thought on “Stuck in the Past (Long Version)

  1. I want more…. This leaves me wondering. Did she have an abortion? Was that her daughter at the funeral? I love your writing style. Looking forward to your Novella!! Keep up the great work.

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