But I'm not doing it.
I even got a pass, for according to Tik Tok it's a No Bones Day, and that's sorely needed right this second.
Bad anniversaries are just that and you don't have to acknowledge them aside from seeing how far you've come, if you've made any headway at all and maybe I'm ashamed that I haven't. Maybe I'm angry that I let him continue to leave me mired in grief and doubt and self-sabotage. Maybe I'm supposed to be ashamed of the way I live my life.
But I'm not. I'm not any of those things.
PJ's promised me Chipotle for lunch and Lochlan and I are going to watch shitty horror movies. Perfect.