Chapter 0007

ANGIOLETTO

There are five stages of grief.

Denial and Isolation.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Desperation.

And lastly, Acceptance.

In the last seventy two hours, I’ve been roped into, and have suffered with great intensity each stage of grief respectively.

While I was in denial, I couldn’t believe that my beautiful, little Oceane had left me without as much a goodbye note. She stole all my money, stole my car, and left, and I sat there in my room, watching all of it unfold before my own eyes.

And then denial morphed into anger. I was aggravated, Infuriated, irritated. I lost my mind the minute she walked out my door. I was roped into intense anger that I didn’t realize when I had begun ruining everything until my penthouse was turned upside down.

That was before I began to physically harm myself. I needed to feel something other than anger. Hurting myself physically was my last resolve.

I blamed myself for allowing my brother’s words get to me. I am no logical thinker. I have never be