People might think that living at an Assisted Living at the age of twenty-four would be miserable, but I was living in one of the Independent Living apartments, and it was like having my very own apartment. It was a huge improvement on the nursing home I’d been in for the six months prior. I had made friends with a man named Jeff, who was so cute and attractive and I was completely in love with him (but too scared to say anything), and I’d also made friends with a man named John. I had Lesley, a really kind and caring private aide, taking care of me every day, I was finishing my last few projects for school and then I would be graduating summa cum laude with a GPA of 3.98 from Elms College with a BA in writing.
John and Jeff would come over to my house in … Find Out What Happens Next