25 de noviembre del 2017, sábado
Things started to change drastically after the trip to Tahoe. In a blink of an eye we were at our five year anniversary. Yes, our lives carried on together but it seemed as though we were living side by side-not together. For anyone looking in on us from the outside-things looked perfect. I will admit that there were several happy times. But for each happy time there was a dose of unhappiness.
I was beginning my last semester at school and enjoying the last bit of summer with Fitz was all I wanted to do. We were having a streak of good days and were planning a road trip. Tickets to adventure parks were bought, hotels were booked, and requested days off were approved. Packing was all there was left to do. I was driving home one night and got a call from Fitz, “I’m gonna skate home, I’ll see you in 15 minutes mamma.” I got home and smoked some weed. I put on our favorite cartoons and expected the door to open any minute. It didn’t. 45 minutes later, I texted one of his coworkers and asked if Fitz was still there. She said he had left a while ago and would have someone go looking for him because he had been pretty drunk when he left. 10 minutes later I get a call, “Can you come pick Fitz up? He had an accident.”