Sunday

Sundays. I used to look forward to them. I used to hate when it was time to leave. I used to be a part of the conversations and laugh and feel happy. Things are different now. Today the house was filled to the brim with tension, irritation, and judgment. I kept waiting around hoping to feel the way I used to. I tried not to rush out. I waited and waited for that good feeling I used to have but it all felt terrible. My feelings towards a sunday will never be the way they used to be. I love my family, but things aren't the same.

My uncle makes me feel better. Always.