Imagining the fights.
Imagining the night she said "It's over."
Imagining his first night on his own.
"It's over."
Renting a room from some old ladies in an old house.
Having a shelf in the pantry. A glass jar of chocolate chips.
He hasn't spoken to her since.
It's been sixteen years.
Someone else asked why. He said it's because he still loves her. And so it still hurts.
"Mom" and "Dad" don't go in the same sentence.
Inspired by:
Every Other Weekend
Reba McEntire & Kenny Chesney
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