I thought I was ok there for a moment
I got home a little past midnight, just in time to witness another famous Deanna-Willie argument. Apparently sex really IS that important. At least the apartment was clean and there was food in the fridge. She slept on the couch with me and we talked about Corpse Man, regular men, our father and how he won't pay a cent of my college, the court case, sexual assault. We talked about trauma and how we never sought counseling because we thought we were tougher. We discussed our personal conceptions of love and Tony and Adelino and everyone else that mattered. Deanna spoke of closure and I reminisced about times when I only had to worry about learning my ABCs. She spoke and my mind wandered and suddenly I was dreaming of Sean. I've never woken up crying before.