#stages of grief

If you’ve followed me for a while, you’ll know that I planted these bougainvilleas when my stepdad and dad passed away.

I live on the central coast of California, and it gets foggy and it is a bit more chilly. And even though bougainvilleas love lots of sun, they are growing and look at all the blooms! Makes me so happy!

If you’ve lost someone, get a plant in their name. Make a commitment to take care of it and grow it. Doing so has helped me so damn much!

The plan is to grow the bougainvilleas and make a wall. On the bottom, I’m going black berries and making them fall down the container.

You choose not to notice the gossips, the rumors, the subtle, pitying hints his friends have been throwing at you.

You know this was long-time coming. The clockhands that settled at twelve had been itching to move forward; finally, the spell that held them at bay was going to be broken.

You were a bit surprised at his dramatic reaction when he came home, saw your luggage all neatly packed, sitting at the foyer and ready to go.

“Wait up. What’s going on? Where on earth are you going, you’ve packed up nearly everyth–”

He stopped as you shoved your phone to his face, and a tight frown started to form between his brows.

“Wait, this is not what you think–”

You stopped him by placing one finger on his lips and removed it quickly, wiping it with a tissue.

“I didn’t even need to hire a detective. They’ve all neatly summed up everything.

“I want neither excuses nor explanations. Let’s make this quick so I don’t get in the way of the new missus–we’ve got a pre-nup, and my lawyer will be contacting you.”

“……I don’t even merit a defence for myself?” He covered his eyes with one hand. “Just because you saw that, you’re going to totally throw our years together away?”

“That’s a ‘no’ and a ‘yes’.”

As soon as you spoke, the doorbell rang.

“That would be my ride, my soon to-be dearest, beautiful stranger.”