Oran What was the meaning of the human connection? When my one constant dissolved in my palms to ash, I found the answer to that question. True, it required a total upheaval of my life, but- hey, my goals weren’t all that great, anyway. In that moment, I lost everything that had been and found what could be. Seattle was supposed to be a new beginning. A silvering city on the water, where I spent months finding myself and what I wanted- truly wanted. And then… I found her. A stroke of luck on the back of a mindless decision, she came into my life like a storm determined to run its path. May Life sucked. My job sucked. My sister was a pain in the ass. My parents were no help. The only thing that didn’t suck was the fact that I had no debt from college. I wasn’t built for this- being a parent at 25 to a teenager, and why? Well… that was quite the question, wasn’t it? Things were supposed to be simple, but even before I met him, my life started bursting at the seams. He was pushy, high-horsed, and arrogant, and sometimes, that was infuriating. It seemed like the perfect remedy for me, though. Even when everything was falling apart, he did his best to patch it up again. Isn’t that all a girl can expect?