I just... I just put him on the bus. Like, for good. To his sister's, three states over. And I'm sitting here, watching the sun come up over the goddamn scaffolding I gotta go climb in a few hours, and I'm not even sad. Is that fucked up? After twenty years of making sure he ate, making sure he paid the power bill, making sure he just DID something? This weight… it just LIFTED. And I wanna go back to bed.