Это тетя Аня. Она живёт в городе Пушкино Московской области в 19 км от МКАД. К ее дому не подведён газ, со всех сторон наступают новостройки, а в ближайшем будущем деревянный дом тёти Ани будет снесён. Она, принимая визит современности, как ни в чем не бывало-продолжает вести свой привычный быт: ухаживает за скотиной и следит за домом.

Heartbreak hits you in two stages:

Stage one is numb. You don’t want to believe that it’s happening. You distract yourself with parties and friends. You drink alcohol until you can’t remember your name and dance under street lights with boys you just met. You wake up in the morning with an earthquake in your head and a strange man in your bed. All you want is to fill this empty feeling.

Stage two is when the emotions hit you. You lay in bed for weeks, maybe even months. You cry so much that your face is naturally puffy and red now. You can’t even begin to think about going out with friends. The breakdowns begin to hit. You walk into your room and scream and cry until your voice cracks under the stress. You throw things until they break and punch walls until you are a mess of drywall and blood.

The saddest part is, does anyone really know which one is worse?

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #1 HB