Most days, I don’t feel enough about him to hate him.
Mason is doing better.
He still has questions.
Sometimes hard ones.
Sometimes impossible ones.
I answer what I can.
Tyler and I communicate mostly about school, medical appointments, activities, and pickup times.
Very boring things.
I’m grateful for the boring now.
I don’t know whether Tyler and Laila will last.
Honestly, I don’t care.
A relationship that started with lies is their problem to manage.
My problem was building a life after the one I thought I had vanished at 30,000 feet.
And I have.
Not perfectly.
But enough.
The drawing Mason made for Tyler is still in my desk.
He never gave it to him.
I asked once if he wanted to throw it away.
He said no. “Maybe I’ll give it to him someday.”
So I kept it.
I think that’s where both of us are now.
Not pretending nothing happened.
