But I really understand why my dad had to leave this house. When he knew my grandma would never find another man because she was through trusting and would never look for anything else because she didn't know how. And when he saw his sister start bringing home younger versions of their stepfather to date. He just couldn't stay. I laid down on his old bed, and I looked through the window at this tree that was probably a lot shorter when my dad looked at it. And I could feel what he felt on the night when he realized that if he didn't leave, it would never be his life. It would be theirs.
The Perks of Being A Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
I stay because I love you. But I can feel my life slipping through my fingers and I can’t stop it if I stay here.Â















