Grown Folks Business
Dear Lorenzo, In exactly one week I'll be boarding a flight to Philadelphia to see Cap. Alone. No Mira, no Butters, no girlfriends. No staying at my sister's house where he'd pick me up and take me out, before dutifully dropping me off after our date. No, this time around I'm STAYING AT HIS HOUSE . With him. And his penis. FUCK! (No pun intended.) If there's one thing I've learned in the aftermath it's that everyone grieves differently; there's no right or wrong way to mourn the passing of someone you love but... I certainly took my sweet time, didn't I? I mean, I have friends who lost their partners after I lost you and have since started new and fulfilling relationships. They've moved on. I , on the other hand, just finished packing up the rest of your old clothes to be donated to the Salvation Army. Five years later. Apparently, I'm in the slow class. The remedial grieving group. Up until now I couldn't even IMAGINE myself with any...