SarahWeisters

We only had one hundred days.  We knew it wouldn’t last forever.  But we didn’t think it would end like this.  Strawberry trifle or apple pie?  That was the decision it all boiled down to.  We couldn’t decide on pudding.  I suppose I would laugh but it hurts too much to do nearly anything anymore.  He sits by my side, his head in his hands.  There’s nothing I can say or do to console him.  He thinks this is his fault.  He’s wrong.  He’s never been more wrong about anything.  He thinks it’s his fault that I wanted strawberry trifle instead of apple pie.  That it’s his fault I got angry and ran all the way into town in the pouring rain just ...