Chapter Eighty Eight

Rosalie

At a certain juncture in one's life, we encounter profound grief, a sorrow so overwhelming that thoughts of ending it all crosses our minds. This undeniable truth holds, unless that individual happens to be a psychopath, an extraterrestrial being, or so utterly detached from reality that they are incapable of feeling any emotion.

For some individuals, that pivotal moment occurs during their early years of childhood, while for others, it strikes in adulthood when they can comprehend the turmoil and attempt to navigate the anguish, hoping to eventually heal and move forward.

Grief, as it turns out, shows no discrimination; it touches both the affluent and the less fortunate without distinction. Some may argue its inherent unfairness, but the reality of life seldom clings to notions of fairness.

In my situation, things unfolded strangely and differently. I couldn't recall my mother's passing or my father and his wife dying within days of each other. It was my ex-husband, Adrien V