He's Going to Leave

Alex

I was a pouty mess. I hated feeling down. It wasn’t a feeling I appreciated. I knew some people liked to wallow in their misery and stuff their faces with ice cream while watching a sappy movie, but that wasn’t me. I was more of a pull up the boots and the big girl panties and move on. I had to stay moving. I could outrun the sadness if I just stayed busy. At least, that was what I had liked to think.

My method of outrunning the feelings that came with being all alone wasn’t working. The melancholy had caught up to me and was pulling me down fast. My first reaction to the feeling of being sucked into a pit of sadness was to look for a job. I reached out to a couple of the farms that had contacted me, letting them know I was available.

I was waiting to hear back from one of them. I was confident I would, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. The house was too small for me. I was going stir crazy, caught up in a sea of feelings that were very uncomfortable.

When I heard the knock on