Funny that I'd write this as my surroundings are both under attack by rainfall and earthquakes, but I'm kinda good. Guilty for even writing it, and so way still haunted, but let's just say I'm better.
I'm not sure how it all happened, given The Curse of 2008 and all that legal debt, but somehow we played the economy and had a little crazy streak of luck and bought our first house. In a new town, without all the tragic memories. (Which is also tragic in its own way.)
Planning and executing the move and coordinating new house prep has given me and Spoose a new project that isn't about blame or sadness. The twins are 3.5 years and are stepping up to having their own rooms and being in a new space. It's smaller, but that's good for family intimacy and bonding. And we're doing a lot of just that.
I'm starting to unfurl, slowly, creakily and oh so cautiously. I find hope in the fact that I can unfurl without punishment. I am grateful. Haunted, daunted, but grateful.
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