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I had pushed myself to get through my final year at Georgetown.For various reasons I felt utterly disconnected from my family and friends back home, who were struggling with their own problems.But in the spring of 2006, Justin came back into my life with a phone call from my mother.This time, he’d really screwed up, my mom told me; he’d been arrested as an accomplice in a double murder.His friend, a prescription drug addict, snapped one night and shot two of his dealers.Justin said his friend turned the gun on him and demanded that he help bury the bodies; Justin was, in turn, arrested and imprisoned.Justin and I had dated off and on for years, and some part of me always believed we would end up married. I was quiet, studious, painfully shy; he was full of boisterous energy and crude jokes.Our parents were close friends, and we’d grown up together. I loved his pug nose, his fiery red hair, and his teasing smiles.
I no longer had to push myself to maintain a full-time job and a decent GPA and good social standing, so I swung to the other extreme.I stayed up late writing or reading or just thinking, and slept in until I felt like getting up.But as his school detentions led to expulsions and, eventually, arrests for possession of weed and then burglaries, we fell out of touch.I was ambitious, and my sights were set on anywhere but Delaware. Maybe when got his act together, I told myself, we could finally have a real relationship.But I couldn’t quite find a way to fit in at school either, where one relationship after another imploded. I drank too much, drove too fast, worked too hard, and dated men even worse off emotionally than me.
The summer after I graduated from college in 2007, I moved back to Delaware and drifted along the couches and floors of family and friends.