As for Jessica? She had the title of mother that I’d never used, and maybe that used to hurt more than I let on. Maybe, for a while, I did hate her. Or at least the idea of her.
But standing there, with the noise of the world finally quiet, I didn’t feel hate. Sometimes letting go doesn’t roar, it just exhales.
A pensive man sitting on a porch step | Source: Midjourney
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