Time Lies (when you thought you were having fun)

I so desperately want to hold on to any remnant of happiness and functionality this family has to offer that I have developed a somewhat romantic timeline in my head that begins in a fictional era dubbed “pre-abuse “

The Crossroads

This is the place I go to, over and over. The path behind me is overgrown and eroded; I know better than to take more than a couple steps in that direction. But the path splits where I stand, and I can't move forward without making a choice.