Jen's Journal

I wish you nothing but the best. I know you’re still confused, maybe even angry about how your life turned out, and I apologize for not listening to you complain about every little thing anymore.
I miss our conversations. The way your eyes would twinkle when you talked about your theories of the universe. The way you talked up your mother and praised her for raising three children alone. I miss watching you stare at the night sky and point out all the constellations; this was your happy place.

But I don’t miss your random mood swings. The way you would snap at people if something didn’t go your way. The way you made me feel dumb for asking questions, just to have something to talk about. I don’t miss you waking up in the morning in a sour mood and blaming me for it.

I hope the person you’re with doesn’t cry themselves to sleep at night. I hope you figured out how to communicate with your partner; instead of ignoring them and making them feel like they don’t matter.

Wherever you are, I hope you found the happiness you long for.