They were my family, the nearly dozen people I’d been trapped in a house with for two weeks, with no end in sight, as the result of a family tragedy. Yes, they were my family, and they were driving me crazy!

I looked in a mirror and saw how tired and worn out I was. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my boyfriend — soon to be my fiancé, I hoped, if I ever got home — holding me, comforting me, touching me.

Sitting in the house doing nothing wasn’t going to help anyone, so I threw on some makeup, put on something sexy to make myself feel feminine and texted my boyfriend that I was getting out of the house. Then I just drove — until I saw the local outlet of my favorite supermarket. I thought, I’ll just walk around until I feel better. I smiled, driving my little broken-down... Leer Más