You would think I'd be defeated by now.
You would think I would be reduced to my knees like the last time, crying foul to the heavens and demanding they stop fucking around with my life. You would think I have every right to scream bloody murder at my life.
But I'm not.
Instead, I am finding out how incredibly blessed I am, with a mother who worries manically over me, with a boyfriend who makes light of even the dreariest situations, a grandma who cares incessantly despite her own nagging pains, and friends who will be there through it all.
God, I can't ask for more.
Grandma spent the afternoon watching me food and stuffing me silly.
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