“D, K”
D. Hardest thing I’ve ever been through.
Watching my husband (who was only my boyfriend then) pack up his things and leave the first apartment we’d ever gotten together after telling me for over the course of 2 months that he didn’t love me anymore.
K. Relationship with my parents.
Other than the fact that my mother is the only one of the two bothered by my snakebites, things are great between us. I talk to them on the phone all the time.





