I just… I don’t even know what to do with myself right now, honestly. It’s been, what, like three months since everything happened, since it finally ended, and you’d think I’d be, I don't know, *happy* or something. Free. But I’m just… angry. So unbelievably, incandescently, utterly furious. And the worst part is, I don’t even know who to be angry at. Myself, probably. Mostly myself, I guess. Because I’m sitting here, staring at these bookshelves, this whole house really, this whole life I apparently built for myself, and I’m realizing none of it is *mine*. Not a single damn thing. We got together so young, you know? Practically kids. Straight out of high school, barely. And that’s a whole other thing, how everyone around here, in this tiny little place, just expects you to pair off and settle down and do that whole rural community thing, no questions asked. Like there’s no other way to be. Anyway, I thought it was what I wanted. I *really* thought I did. But now I’m looking at this collection of vintage board games – which, apparently, was a *huge* shared hobby of ours – and I can’t even remember the last time I genuinely enjoyed playing one. Like, truly enjoyed it. I always just… went along with it. And it wasn’t just the board games. It was the hiking, the obscure indie movies we’d watch every Friday, the artisanal coffee subscription that kept showing up even though I’ve always preferred just a regular black coffee, nothing fancy. The whole *persona*. It was all *their* persona. And I just absorbed it. Became it. For fifteen years. Fifteen years of my life, gone, just trying to be the person someone else wanted me to be. And now what? Seriously, what do I do with all of this? All these things that are supposed to be ‘me’ but aren’t? I don’t even know what *my* actual preferences are anymore. What *I* like. What *I* want to do on a Saturday morning that doesn’t involve some elaborate, curated activity that was always secretly for someone else’s enjoyment. It’s like I’ve woken up in someone else’s life, and everyone just expects me to carry on, but I don’t even know the script. I don’t even know who *I* am without someone else telling me. And that… that just makes me want to scream. Or throw all these stupid board games out the window. Which, knowing my luck, would probably just hit someone I know. Because, small town. Obviously.