Carwash
I washed my car yesterday, a process which took much longer than anticipated and brought out so much pain. She helped me name this car. We used to wash it together. Each movement of my arms took so much will, it was like my life was being squeezed out of me as if I were that sponge I gripped. She's in there as driver memory number two. Only she's not around anymore. I used to love this car because it was something we shared, something that reminded me of us. Now the car is just a utility item, and for the first time ever, I gave up washing halfway and just walked away. I wish she was still around.