By the time I was done remembering everything, I had run out of things in the cabinet to break. I considered breaking the china cabinet too, but it was too heavy, and I didn’t want to take an ax to it, so it got to live to see another day.

I think I finally snapped.

Why had I spent so much time grieving? Why had I never spoken up in my entire life until it was too late? Why hadn’t I done the things I wanted to do instead of settling for a pre-decided destiny that someone else thought was the way things should be?

I now was happy that I never had to get married in that country club, and move into a house with stupid cabinets full of dishes with little pink roses on them that I had to stare at every single day but never use…

I’m free. I didn’t realize it until now…but there was nobody to tell me no anymore.

...but what does one do with it when they realize it?