My Husband Ran Off With My Sister — Ten Years Later, My Sick Son Destroyed Them Both
Part 2
He waited for me at the bus stop every evening.
He waved his arms wildly.
We walked home through the snow, our hands securely clasped together.
Our footprints looked like victory banners.
One night after dinner, he looked up from his heavy textbooks.
mom, do you still think about dad.
My fork froze halfway to my mouth.
I think about the lessons he taught me.
I set my fork down slowly.
Like what kind of man I don’t want you to become.
Tyler chuckled softly.
Then he has been useful.
His humor disarmed me every time.
He found light in the darkest places.
At fourteen, he announced his grand plan.
I want to be a doctor.
He tapped his pen on the table.
One who helps kids breathe better.
I blinked back tears.
That is a big dream.
So was surviving.
He turned a page in his book.
The exhaustion and the loneliness started to mean something.
He studied relentlessly.
He earned multiple scholarships and joined science fairs.
He read medical textbooks like casual novels.
Teachers praised his brilliant mind.
His heart made me proudest.
He checked on me every single night before bed.
Did you eat, mom.
He filled my water glass.
Did you rest.
I offered a tired smile.
My fragile little boy had become my steadfast pillar.
He was healing.
We both were.
The strength he was building would shake the very people who abandoned us.
Ten years passed since the letter on the kitchen table.
Tyler was eighteen.
He was accepted into the university medical program.
I cried reading the acceptance letter.
We moved into a modest apartment near the busy hospital.
Thin walls, a leaky faucet.
It felt like absolute triumph.
Life was quiet.
Until the day they reappeared.
It was a Sunday afternoon in late September.
I pushed a cart full of discount vegetables out of the grocery store.
The sun warmed the pavement.
I heard a familiar laugh.
Brenda’s laugh.
Light, shrill, unforgettable.
I froze in place.
Brenda stood there in a designer coat and oversized sunglasses.
Craig stood right beside her.
He wore the exact same smug smile from a decade ago.
Would the truth finally force them to see what they had broken?
Part 3
The incredibly heavy, completely suffocating silence of the deeply empty, terribly small kitchen weighed intensely on Megan’s exhausted, heavily slumping shoulders.
She stared blindly at the deeply offensive, terribly handwritten letter clutched desperately in her violently shaking, thoroughly calloused hands.
Craig’s familiar, careless scrawl blurred entirely beneath her rapidly falling, incredibly hot tears.
The incredibly harsh, completely unforgiving reality of his incredibly cruel, totally unexpected betrayal crashed violently into her deeply shattered, totally unprotected heart.
He had actually, truly left her entirely alone.
He had selfishly abandoned his incredibly sick, desperately fragile son without a single, fleeting backward glance.
And he had devastatingly taken her own younger sister, Brenda, deeply along with him on his incredibly cowardly, entirely selfish escape.
The incredibly deep, profoundly agonizing pain of that terrible, unforgettable realization was completely, entirely physical.
It deeply radiated intensely outward from her incredibly tight, heavily aching chest.
It completely paralyzed her incredibly tired, heavily trembling limbs.
She completely sank heavily down onto the cold, very hard linoleum floor.
The incredibly cruel, deeply unfair world violently spun entirely out of her desperate, frantic control.
The agonizingly long, incredibly terrifying nights in the overly bright, completely sterile hospital pediatric ward slowly became her incredibly bleak, deeply depressing new reality.
The constant, incredibly rhythmic, highly repetitive beeping of the expensive heart monitors entirely served as a highly cruel, totally unforgiving reminder of Tyler’s incredibly fragile, deeply uncertain existence.
She spent countless, incredibly exhaustive, totally sleepless hours sitting very uncomfortably in cheap, hard plastic chairs.
She desperately prayed to an entirely silent, deeply unyielding universe for a miraculous, totally impossible reprieve.
She completely traded her incredibly scarce, highly valuable sleep for extra, incredibly grueling shifts at the noisy, very greasy diner.
She desperately scrubbed countless dirty tables and poured endless, terrible cups of cheap black coffee.
She constantly smiled incredibly falsely at deeply rude, completely indifferent truckers.
Her incredibly tired, heavily aching body fiercely protested every single, incredibly painful movement.
But her incredibly strong, deeply fierce maternal resolve absolutely never once wavered.
Every single, incredibly hard-earned dollar was meticulously, incredibly carefully saved for Tyler’s incredibly expensive, completely necessary breathing treatments.
She absolutely refused to let the crushing, totally overwhelming despair entirely consume her very soul.
She incredibly fiercely channeled her massive, deeply burning anger into an incredibly potent, absolutely unstoppable force of pure, dedicated survival.
The deeply stinging, incredibly hurtful whispers of the highly judgmental, totally unforgiving town entirely followed her absolutely everywhere.
She could clearly feel their highly critical, deeply piercing eyes boring incredibly heavily into her tired back at the busy grocery store.
She could easily hear their incredibly hushed, highly malicious tones in the crowded, noisy school hallways.
They cruelly judged her incredibly harsh, totally desperate circumstances with absolutely no real, genuine understanding.
They falsely assumed she had somehow, terribly failed as an adequate, loving wife.
They completely blamed her entirely for Craig’s incredibly selfish, deeply cowardly departure.
But Megan fiercely held her tired, highly exhausted head incredibly high.
She absolutely refused to give them the immense, highly satisfying pleasure of seeing her completely break down.
She incredibly fiercely protected Tyler entirely from their deeply toxic, highly venomous gossip.
She created an incredibly safe, deeply loving cocoon for him entirely within their incredibly small, very modest apartment.
She completely filled their small, quiet home with incredibly warm, deeply reassuring smiles and totally unwavering, absolutely fierce love.
The incredibly harsh, entirely unforgiving outside world completely ceased to matter entirely when she lovingly held him incredibly close.
Tyler’s incredibly slow, deeply miraculous recovery was an absolutely beautiful, totally inspiring testament to their incredibly fierce, totally shared resilience.
The incredibly terrifying, completely breathless hospital visits incredibly slowly became significantly less frequent over the long years.
His incredibly pale, terribly thin cheeks finally gained a very healthy, deeply reassuring flush of vibrant color.
He incredibly eagerly devoured thick, heavy science books with a truly insatiable, totally intense curiosity.
He deeply absorbed massive, incredibly complex medical knowledge like an incredibly dry, highly porous sponge.
He completely transformed his incredibly painful, deeply terrifying childhood experiences into a deeply profound, incredibly focused purpose.
He wanted to deeply help others breathe incredibly easily.
He wanted to completely ensure absolutely no other terrified, incredibly exhausted mother ever had to deeply suffer the exact same agonizing, totally crushing helplessness.
Megan proudly watched him incredibly rapidly blossom into a highly brilliant, totally compassionate young man.
The incredibly deep, completely unbearable pain of the terrible past slowly, inevitably began to totally fade.
It was incredibly, entirely replaced by an absolutely overwhelming, totally profound sense of deep, truly genuine pride.
She had actually, truly succeeded entirely against absolutely impossible, totally overwhelming odds.
Would the truth finally force them to see what they had broken.
No.
For a long moment, Craig and Brenda just stared in shocked silence.
They were completely unaware of the devastating depth of the damage they had caused so many years ago.
They saw only their own glamorous reflection in the spotless grocery store windows.
The harsh afternoon sun caught the gold edge of Brenda’s expensive designer sunglasses.
She reached up with perfectly manicured fingers and pulled them down.
Her blue eyes widened in genuine, undisguised surprise.
She offered a sugary, painted smile that failed to reach those wide eyes.
Megan.
Her voice dripped with a thick, artificial sweetness.
The air between them instantly thickened with unsaid accusations and decades of bitter history.
Oh my god, it is actually you.
You look so incredibly different.
Craig slid his heavy hand casually around Brenda’s slender waist.
He leaned his considerable weight backward onto his heel.
His lips curled upward into a deeply familiar, condescending smirk.
Didn’t think we’d ever run into you here again.
Still stuck in the exact same town.
Megan gripped the cold metal handle of her shopping cart.
Her knuckles turned stark white under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the entrance awning.
Yes.
She stared back at them with unblinking, unwavering intensity.
Some of us don’t run away when things get difficult.
Brenda’s artificial smile violently faltered.
The perfectly lined corners of her mouth twitched downward.
She forced the grin back into its rigid place.
It was much thinner this time, incredibly brittle and incredibly fake.
You must be doing okay for yourself.
Her judgmental eyes darted toward the bruised, discount vegetables sitting in Megan’s rusty cart.
We just came back from a long, luxurious vacation on the coast.
Craig’s new business is absolutely thriving.
A high-end consulting firm.
Craig puffed his chest out proudly, adjusting his expensive silk tie.
Making six figures now, easily.
It took a few hard years, but we made it work perfectly.
Megan looked at them standing there.
The perfect, untouchable couple, standing with perfectly matching arrogance.
Brenda’s eyes shifted nervously away from Megan’s piercing gaze.
A rapid, guilty blink betrayed her feigned confidence.
How is Tyler.
She nervously adjusted her vibrant silk scarf.
Still, you know, constantly sick and fragile.
Megan let out a slow, deeply controlled breath.
You will see him very soon.
Brenda’s plucked brows furrowed in deep confusion.
Oh, is he around here somewhere.
No.
Megan pushed her squeaky cart aggressively past them, forcing Craig to step back.
But you will see him very soon.
Their mocking laughter followed her down the sweltering asphalt parking lot.
It was light, utterly careless, and hollow to its core.
For them, it was just a random coincidence.
A fleeting, highly amusing moment to gloat about their massive success.
The small, cramped apartment hummed with a strange, dark energy that entire night.
Megan lay wide awake in the suffocating dark, watching the shadows stretch across the cracked ceiling.
Brenda’s shrill voice echoed endlessly in the tiny room.
Craig’s arrogant smirk flashed vividly behind her firmly closed eyelids.
The matching gold wedding rings glinted maliciously under the remembered sunlight.
Ten agonizing years of absolute silence.
Ten grueling years of desperately scraping by, of terrifyingly long nights and endless, backbreaking work.
They had completely destroyed her entire world, leaving her with absolutely nothing.
They had come back laughing, treating their horrific betrayal like a minor inconvenience.
They had absolutely no idea what kind of remarkable man Tyler had become.
The sick, desperately fragile little boy they had callously abandoned had grown into an unrecognizable, unstoppable force.
The universe was finally preparing to collect its massive, long-overdue debt.
It would do so precisely through her brilliant son.
The tense atmosphere in their modest home shifted dramatically a week later.
Tyler had been officially accepted into the prestigious university medical program.
He also worked incredibly demanding part-time shifts at the local charity hospital.
The hospital administration announced a major, highly publicized charity gala.
It was a lavish event designed specifically for extremely wealthy donors, distinguished alumni, and promising young medical students.
Tyler had been uniquely chosen to speak extensively about severe pediatric respiratory care.
He stood nervously in the narrow, dimly lit hallway.
He anxiously smoothed the sharp lapels of his new dark gray suit.
It was elegantly paired with a crisp, perfectly ironed white shirt.
He carefully tied the exact same necktie he had worn for his initial, life-changing scholarship interview.
His broad shoulders filled out the jacket perfectly.
His upright posture held a quiet, commanding rigidity.
You nervous.
Megan reached up and gently adjusted his stiff collar.
Tyler offered a small, tightly controlled nod.
A little bit, yes.
But I have faced significantly scarier things than a simple silver microphone.
Like what.
Megan smoothed the soft fabric of his jacket, brushing away an invisible piece of lint.
Severe asthma and profound heartbreak.
He looked deeply down into her eyes.
Yours.
Megan took a slow step back.
Her trembling hands dropped heavily to her sides.
He was an absolute, unbreakable pillar of incredible strength.
The massive ballroom of the grand, historic hotel glittered intensely with cascading crystal chandeliers on the night of the gala.
Soft, elegant jazz drifted effortlessly through the expansive, beautifully decorated space.
Impeccably dressed waiters circulated smoothly with shining silver trays full of expensive champagne.
Megan eagerly volunteered at the front reception table.
She meticulously checked important guest names off the printed list.
Her black pen tapped a rapid, anxious rhythmic beat against the polished mahogany wood.
The opulent room rapidly filled with the expensive rustle of designer fabrics and the low hum of wealthy conversation.
Craig and Brenda stepped confidently through the heavy double doors.
Brenda wore a stunning, shimmering emerald silk dress that hugged her perfectly.
Real diamonds glinted sharply and expensively at her elegant neck.
Craig wore a sharply tailored, clearly custom-made black tuxedo.
One large hand gripped Brenda’s tiny waist highly possessively.
It was the exact same arrogant posture from a decade ago.
Megan’s pen hovered dangerously over the thick paper.
Brenda strutted toward the desk.
She completely froze in her tracks upon recognizing the receptionist.
Her painted, confident smile vanished into thin air.
Megan.
Her frantic whisper barely carried over the loud jazz music.
Craig’s lips instantly curled into a highly familiar, deeply condescending shape.
Well, looks like absolutely everyone is moving up slightly in life.
Megan straightened her cheap plastic name tag.
Welcome to the hospital gala.
She pointed a steady finger toward the main, glittering hall.
Enjoy the wonderful evening.
They rigidly maintained an expected, strained composure and walked stiffly into the wealthy crowd.
The cheerful clinking of crystal glasses slowly faded as the master of ceremonies approached the tall podium.
The bright overhead lights dimmed significantly.
A single, dramatic spotlight brightly illuminated the center stage.
Tyler stepped confidently up to the microphone.
The entire, massive room settled into a heavy, expectant hush.
He stood incredibly tall, calmly adjusting the microphone stand to his height.
When I was very little, I spent vastly more nights in a terrifying hospital bed than in my own quiet room.
His intense gaze swept slowly over the massive crowd.
Asthma does not just steal your physical breath.
It completely steals your inner peace.
It steals your entire childhood.
It steals your exhausted parents’ desperately needed sleep.
In the exact middle of the crowded room, Brenda stiffened noticeably.
Craig looked uncomfortably down at his expensive drink, swirling the amber liquid nervously.
But I was incredibly lucky to have someone who absolutely refused to give up on me.
Tyler leaned intensely forward into the microphone.
A phenomenal woman who worked grueling double shifts at a greasy diner.
A beautiful woman who sold her precious wedding ring just to buy my expensive medicine.
A profoundly strong woman who literally carried me through terrifying nights when my weak lungs simply refused to work.
He looked directly and pointedly toward the dark back of the room.
She is sitting right here with us tonight.
My incredible mother, Megan.
Deafening applause thundered violently through the massive, high-ceilinged room.
Megan swallowed an enormous, painful lump hard in her tight throat.
She blinked her eyes rapidly at the blindingly bright, glittering chandeliers above.
Tyler’s proud eyes met hers across the vast distance.
They were deeply steady, incredibly unwavering.
He looked confidently back toward the enormous sea of mesmerized faces.
I owe her absolutely everything in this world.
And to those highly selfish people who once cruelly told her she would never make it.
To those cold-hearted individuals who maliciously abandoned us when we needed them the absolute most.
Thank you.
Because your profound, incredibly cruel doubt became the massive, roaring fire that built our absolute, unbreakable strength.
The massive applause swelled again, significantly louder this time.
Brenda’s manicured hand trembled violently, spilling a large drop of sticky champagne onto her expensive silk dress.
Craig’s arrogant face flushed a very deep, highly mottled angry red.
Wealthy guests eagerly surrounded Tyler immediately after his powerful speech.
Senior hospital doctors enthusiastically shook his strong hand.
Rich donors eagerly offered him thick business cards.
Megan proudly watched the incredible scene unfold from a quiet, safe distance.
The massive crowd finally began to thin out.
Brenda and Craig approached Tyler very slowly.
They moved extremely hesitantly, completely stripped of their earlier swagger.
Tyler.
Brenda gripped her tiny clutch bag incredibly tightly.
You have grown up so very much.
Do you happen to remember us.
Craig forced an incredibly rigid, deeply unnatural smile.
Tyler looked coldly at them.
His handsome expression remained completely, terrifyingly still.
I clearly remember my exhausted mother violently crying because of you.
His deep voice carried the absolute chill of a freezing winter morning.
I remember staring into empty, barren cupboards.
I remember incredibly long, absolutely terrifying hospital nights.
I remember being told the necessary money for my life-saving medicine was entirely gone because you selfishly took it all.
Craig quickly raised a defensive hand.
He opened his mouth to offer a pathetic excuse.
Tyler stepped aggressively forward, cutting him off completely.
You successfully taught me exactly what pathetic weakness looks like.
He nodded respectfully toward Megan, who stood very quietly a few feet away.
But she miraculously taught me what true, undeniable strength is.
Brenda’s expensive mascara visibly smeared.
Her trembling chin quivered uncontrollably.
We were very young and stupid.
She desperately wiped a dark tear from her ruined cheek.
We made some very terrible mistakes.
Tyler shook his head incredibly slowly.
The absolute motion was entirely definitive.
You made highly calculated choices.
And you must live entirely with them.
We already did our painful part.
The hired event photographers completely stopped taking any pictures.
Several incredibly wealthy guests turned completely around to watch the intense, incredibly dramatic confrontation.
Tyler extended his large hand forward.
It was a highly calm, incredibly deliberate gesture.
I sincerely wish you some measure of peace.
He kept his firm hand securely suspended in the cool air.
But do absolutely not ever mistake my polite forgiveness for a warm welcome.
They stood completely, utterly frozen in absolute shock.
Craig abruptly turned around first.
He walked incredibly quickly toward the nearest exit, his face burning red.
Brenda blindly followed him, her wide eyes completely glassy with unshed tears.
Tyler exhaled an incredibly slow, deeply relieved breath.
He turned completely around to face Megan.
You okay, mom.
His broad shoulders dropped very slightly in immense relief.
Megan nodded happily, gently dabbing her wet eyes with a soft tissue.
You didn’t just eloquently speak tonight, Tyler.
She lovingly squeezed his strong, muscular arm.
You powerfully breathed for both of us.
He wrapped his large, comforting arm securely around her shaking shoulders.
The heavy air completely around them felt incredibly, unbelievably light.
Megan could not possibly sleep the quiet night after the massive gala.
The small house was incredibly quiet.
The profound silence was a deeply gentle, incredibly comforting blanket.
Tyler slept very soundly in his nearby room.
The soft, warm glow of his small study lamp illuminated the dark hallway.
Megan stood silently by the small living room window.
She peacefully watched the distant, twinkling city lights blur gently through the cool evening mist.
The vicious, highly damaging whispers started just a few short days later.
It began simply as idle, highly entertaining chatter at the busy medical clinic, then quickly grew into fully confirmed, undeniable news.
Craig’s highly prestigious, supposedly thriving consulting company had completely and utterly collapsed.
The local city newspapers detailed massive, highly illegal unpaid loans.
There were multiple severe investigations into deeply falsified, highly fraudulent contracts.
Extremely angry, completely ruined investors filed massive, financially devastating lawsuits against him.
Craig’s arrogant name was completely buried under severe, inescapable legal troubles.
Brenda’s highly fake, carefully curated social media accounts completely vanished overnight without a single trace.
A gossipy former neighbor rushed into the busy medical clinic where Megan proudly worked.
You will absolutely not believe it.
The excited woman leaned eagerly across the wooden counter.
They are completely, utterly broke.
Completely and entirely ruined.
Their massive, expensive house was aggressively repossessed last week by the angry bank.
They have furious creditors constantly calling absolutely everyone they have ever known.
Megan nodded incredibly slowly.
Her calm face remained completely, entirely neutral.
She meticulously arranged a large stack of manila patient files.
There was absolutely no triumphant, boastful cheering in her quiet heart.
There was only a strange, deeply calm, incredibly profound pity for their completely destroyed lives.
Megan came home completely exhausted from a very long, highly productive shift that lovely evening.
Tyler was happily cooking a delicious dinner in the tiny kitchen.
He eagerly stirred a large, steaming pot of bubbling, highly fragrant tomato sauce.
He happily hummed a very low, incredibly cheerful tune.
You are in a remarkably good mood today.
Megan carefully set her heavy, worn purse down on a wooden kitchen chair.
Tyler chuckled warmly, happily tapping the large wooden spoon against the hot metal pot.
I got my very first major, highly prestigious scholarship grant officially approved for the very next demanding semester.
Megan excitedly clasped her tired hands closely together.
That is absolutely, incredibly amazing news.
Tyler happily pulled two clean plates from the high cabinet.
Also, I heard the very interesting news about them today.
Megan paused slightly, her tired hand resting heavily on the cool counter.
Who exactly told you.
Absolutely everyone at the entire hospital.
Tyler carefully placed the ceramic plates on the small table.
mom, you do not have to politely pretend it is not incredible poetic justice.
He completely turned off the hot stove.
He leaned casually against the clean counter.
Do you ever secretly wish you could truly forgive them for everything.
He rested his large hands casually in his deep pockets.
The small kitchen completely filled with the incredibly warm, deeply comforting scent of roasted garlic and fresh tomatoes.
I used to foolishly think forgiveness completely meant pretending it did not deeply hurt.
Megan slowly pulled out a wooden chair.
Now I truly think it is just about fully letting it all go.
Completely letting go so the profound hurt does not brutally own you anymore.
Tyler nodded incredibly slowly, deeply understanding her wise words.
Then we are completely, undeniably free, right.
Megan happily took her comfortable seat.
We are finally, truly free from it all.
Weeks quickly blurred into incredibly fast months.
The highly sensational, entirely scandalous story of Craig and Brenda completely faded from juicy gossip to an entirely irrelevant, completely forgotten memory.
Megan sometimes accidentally caught very brief, highly fleeting glimpses of them around the busy town.
She occasionally saw a quick flash of Brenda’s unkempt hair at a very cheap discount supermarket.
She once briefly heard Craig aggressively arguing very loudly with an angry stranger in a distant, dirty parking lot.
She never once approached them.
One incredibly crisp, deeply beautiful afternoon, Megan walked peacefully home from her fulfilling work.
She purposely stopped by the very large, highly imposing hospital.
It was the exact same massive hospital where she had once desperately begged frantic, overworked nurses to miraculously save Tyler’s fragile life.
He was proudly there right now, proudly wearing a pristine white doctor’s coat.
He was eagerly shadowing highly experienced, deeply respected senior doctors.
He gently held a small, cold stethoscope to a highly frightened, deeply sick child’s tiny chest.
Megan stood very quietly near the busy entrance, proudly watching him move confidently through those incredibly sterile, brightly lit halls.
She gently wiped a single, incredibly happy tear from the very corner of her proud eye.
They had actually made it.
The incredibly grueling, intensely agonizing years of desperately scraping by had miraculously led to this exact, highly perfect moment.
Craig and Brenda had violently lost absolutely everything they ever valued.
Megan experienced absolutely no fiery, highly vengeful satisfaction.
She surprisingly found an incredibly overwhelming, deeply profound sense of true peace.
The absolute greatest, most painful punishment is quietly watching the very people you once so cruelly, maliciously hurt find incredibly immense, entirely untouchable happiness completely without you.
Profound peace simply drifts in one completely quiet, totally unremarkable morning, exactly like soft sunlight slowly passing through old, highly familiar curtains.
The incredibly violent, highly destructive war intensely raging inside goes completely, wonderfully quiet.
Ten incredibly long, highly difficult years ago, Megan was the deeply tragic, profoundly broken woman absolutely everyone cruelly pitied.
Now, she was an incredibly immovable, totally unbreakable, highly respected force of pure nature.
Their very small, deeply modest apartment functioned perfectly as a true, entirely safe sanctuary.
The incredibly thin, previously fragile walls now easily carried completely genuine, deeply happy laughter.
Tyler happily hummed very loudly as he eagerly brewed fresh, highly aromatic coffee entirely before his very early, highly demanding hospital shifts.
He was a highly confident, incredibly mature twenty-three years old now.
He proudly carried the exact same deeply calm, incredibly profound grace he had clearly shown that incredibly fateful, highly dramatic night at the massive gala.
He came home incredibly late, totally physically exhausted, but his bright eyes incredibly glowed with intense passion.
mom, today I successfully helped a deeply terrified, completely sick kid finally breathe entirely without a scary machine for the very first incredible time.
He proudly set his heavy medical bag safely down on the clean floor.
Every single amazing time he excitedly recounted his incredible day, another very deep, completely ancient, highly painful wound instantly and miraculously closed.
Megan happily found Tyler sitting incredibly quietly on the small back porch one very warm, deeply beautiful summer evening.
The absolutely brilliant, highly vibrant sunset beautifully painted the vast sky in incredibly striking, deeply vivid shades of highly golden rose.
Remember exactly when you used to constantly tell me we would miraculously get through absolutely anything together.
He leaned totally back in his comfortable chair.
I clearly remember you absolutely not believing me at all.
Megan took a comfortable seat right beside him.
Tyler laughed incredibly softly.
I was just a very sick, deeply terrified little kid.
What did I possibly know about truly surviving something so completely horrible.
They sat there incredibly quietly for a very long, highly peaceful time.
The deeply gentle, incredibly cool wind softly brushed wonderfully against their warm skin.
mom.
He leaned intensely forward, resting his sharp elbows heavily on his strong knees.
If you ever actually saw them again, what would you actually, truly say to them.
Megan deeply thought about Brenda’s deeply nervous, totally fake smile at the incredible gala.
She deeply thought about Craig’s totally arrogant, incredibly obnoxious smirk in the dirty parking lot.
I would just politely say thank you.
She crossed her strong arms.
Tyler frowned very slightly.
For what exactly.
For finally leaving.
Megan looked deeply out at the incredibly fading, deeply beautiful sun.
Because if they had not cruelly left us, I might absolutely never have truly found who I really, truly was deep inside.
Tyler smiled incredibly faintly.
The very specific kind of highly resilient person that proudly carries both incredibly profound sadness and deeply incredible pride.
You do absolutely not hate them at all.
He picked up a small, highly smooth pebble from the wooden deck.
No.
Megan shook her head incredibly firmly.
Hate unfortunately keeps you very tightly, completely permanently tied to the painful past.
I have absolutely spent way too many incredibly long, highly agonizing years securely, totally chained to meaningless ghosts.
Tyler nodded incredibly slowly.
He tossed the small pebble incredibly far into the green grass.
Then I truly guess we finally, absolutely won the massive war.
The incredibly glowing, deeply beautiful sun dipped much lower.
Megan reached happily out, eagerly squeezing his incredibly strong, highly capable hand.
We did not simply win, Tyler.
We completely, entirely healed.
That is so much, incredibly harder to truly do.
Tyler smiled incredibly warmly again.
The deeply wonderful, totally genuine smile was incredibly full of brilliant, beautiful light and absolute, totally pure purpose.
Curious, highly inquisitive people at the busy medical clinic often eagerly inquire about Megan’s incredibly remarkable, highly inspiring story.
They proudly see her incredible son’s highly prestigious, deeply respected name published in extremely important, highly prestigious medical journals.
They eagerly hear him speak incredibly passionately at very large, highly attended medical conferences.
How did he miraculously become so incredibly, entirely driven.
A curious nurse tapped a thick medical journal heavily on the counter.
He was fighting incredibly desperately for a simple breath incredibly long before he ever proudly held a cold stethoscope.
Megan efficiently organized a massive stack of white appointment cards.
True revenge is absolutely not loud or incredibly violent.
True revenge is incredibly, totally quiet.
It is simply a beautiful life lived incredibly, remarkably well.
A strong heart completely and entirely unburdened by past, highly painful betrayals.
Craig and Brenda eventually, totally left the small town in complete, absolute disgrace.
Local, highly talkative gossips confidently claimed they violently separated very shortly after the massive, completely devastating bankruptcy.
Others aggressively swore they were living entirely near the distant coast, desperately, entirely starting completely over from total scratch.
Megan absolutely did not actively seek their continued suffering.
She completely did not secretly seek their triumphant return.
Some deeply painful, highly traumatic stories simply need incredibly quiet, totally absolute closure.
Megan sits incredibly comfortably by the clean window.
The highly soft, deeply rhythmic, incredibly soothing hum of the very distant, incredibly busy city floats wonderfully outside.
She slowly opens an incredibly old, deeply dusty cardboard box.
It perfectly contains Craig’s totally devastating, highly cruel farewell letter.
The very painful letter that violently initiated this entire incredibly difficult, deeply agonizing ten-year journey.
She does absolutely not bother to unfold the fragile paper.
She violently strikes a small, wooden match.
She carefully holds the incredibly small, totally bright flame directly to the very corner of the highly faded, completely wrinkled paper.
The old paper very quickly curls violently into a highly bright, totally consuming, incredibly hot flame.
She carefully drops it into a small, highly safe metal dish.
The tiny fire burns incredibly small.
It is incredibly, remarkably steady.
It highly resembles the incredibly beautiful, totally magnificent life they miraculously managed to rebuild entirely from the incredibly cold, completely dead ashes.
The extremely thin, totally grey smoke entirely fades magically into the crisp air.
We absolutely survived it all.
She peacefully watches the very last glowing ember completely die.
That is so incredibly, totally more than enough for me.
From the very next, highly close room, Tyler laughs incredibly brightly at something amusing on his phone.
The wonderful sound is incredibly, unbelievably bright.
It is deeply, truly alive.
It is completely, totally untouchable by absolutely anyone.
That deeply beautiful, totally wonderful sound is absolute, completely pure peace.
THE END
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