How I Hit Rock Bottom in a Town Where Nobody Knew My Name
After that day, I convinced myself that disappearing was “the responsible thing.”
I told myself Harriet would be better off without me.
That was a lie I used because it hurt less than admitting I was scared.
I left the coast and moved to another state.
I sold the only real asset I had: the house my father, Frank, left me.
I moved into a cheap apartment and took whatever work I could find.
For a while, I survived.
Then the jobs dried up.
The money ran out.
And two years after I ran from my family, I got evicted.
I still remember standing outside with my bags, realizing I had officially become the person Rebecca always accused me of being.
I thought: I can’t keep living like this.
So I did something humiliating.
I walked into a local store and begged for work.
The manager recognized me from around town.
He looked at me for a long moment, then said he’d give me a chance.
Cleaner.
Minimum pay.
But it was a start.
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