“That’s not what you told Andre the other day,” he shot back, suspicious.
“Do you think Andre needed to hear all that s**t about me? No. I didn’t lie to him anyway. I was trying to make him feel a little better; he’s only seven years old and there’s no need to scare him with the story of the depression that pushed me to move here.”
I left him stunned, because he stared at me seriously for a couple of minutes.
Still, it was a justification that worked for me too. Rationalizing it was the easiest way to look from the outside at a problem I’d been afraid to examine for years. Cutting myself off from the world didn’t do me any good when I decided to move to that beautiful Wyoming wasteland. It wasn’t good. Sure, it had its pros and cons like everything in this world, but I think my inner mo
