When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

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Parent has to realize a child isn’t just miniature version of himself
If you start sharing your abuse, some will tell you to ‘get over it’
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Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
If you’ve gotten on the wrong bus, nothing changes until you get off
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