I don’t think I’ve ever been a person to have the most healthy or normal reactions to significant changes in my life. I shied from the responsibility of being 4 years old by requesting to have an un-birthday, I vandalized bits of my new house after moving out of the apartment my family had lived in for a few years, I’ve repeatedly punched the tile floor in my bedroom when I was angry, pawned or destroyed items that were given to me by an ex-boyfriend when things went really sour between us, and just been harmful to myself in general on several occasions.
My uncle just called my dad about 10 minutes ago, and after he hung up he told us
“Mom’s dead.”