My now youngest child graduates this school year. Then that’s it. David said, “One more year of PYLUSD. Doesn’t seem right…” When my youngest nieces and nephews are graduating, I’ll be attending their graduations and not my youngest’s graduation. This just hit me. I hate my life right now. Everything about it. It’s like a piece of me was ripped out and the rest of my body still thinks it’s there. Trying to find it. The sudden realizations are killing me. I want and need an escape.