... My stepmom and I sat down and had a two and a half hour long talk. There was crying involved, but things got brought up that needed to be taken down. I told her how I felt, knowing it was the perfect time, and knowing a time like this wouldn't come another day. She had brought up stuff that she learned in counseling. She started talking about things that I had wanted to say, and I actually thought things were going to change.
I felt so good getting out all the hurt, and anger, and sadness that I had been bottling up for far to long. More weight lifted off my shoulders, making it easier to be a human.
The rest of the day, I hung out with her, and it was the best feeling in the world. Getting to be me again had never felt so good. I missed it, more than anything.
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