Anyway so, when I left, my family actually tried to make me come back, saying sorry, promising that they won't do shit again, and making me feel guilty for leaving. It sucks because even though I know I should choose myself and worry over myself, but I still worry about them.
Mildred's center of operations is a rusted metal porch glider that groans and squeals under her weight every time she shifts her posture. Sitting on the side table next to