dear_mun post

[theacheisleft]

I have no idea. I don't know how to fix any of it, but I'd do anything. I know my dad has said and done so many terrible things, but I never expected that.

Maybe I should have.

I've never been more grateful that I'm in Chicago where my attempts to fix things don't end in ruin. My sister will blame me for this too, and she probably should. I pushed him past the point of breaking, and this is what happens with Luke. He fights back, and I didn't- I didn't think he'd come back, but I didn't think he'd do that either. I don't know how a family survives this.

I know mine in Chicago's survived so much, but

Maybe the family I left is okay because I'm not there. I don't know how assumed to be dead or missing could be better than losing someone this way, but it is. Because there's no choice involved. I chose to drive him away, and he chose to cut us all off permanently.