3 months went by. 4 months. In December, when school was out for winter break, she came home and met my family and I met hers. She’s very personable and outgoing and sweet, so my family fell in love with her.

Her family was awful, though. Her parents haven’t been happy for a long time, but are still together. Stacy would always fight with her mom over the dumbest stuff. Big fights too. Her mom was crazy. Truly. I’m not even coming from a biased place of being Stacy’s boyfriend when I felt that. She seriously needed counseling and I think something was wrong with her, psychologically.

And Stacy’s brother got those crazy genes from the mother. He was living in the basement of the parents’ home. 22 years old. Absolutely no friends. Very awkward around people. He would explode and yell and cry if he didn’t get things his way. One night I was at their place and we were going to order pizza. He wanted one brand and we all wanted another. When he didn’t get his way, he started crying and yelling, swearing at us all and slammed the door on his way out. Fucking crazy guy. It was always uncomfortable in that house.