These last few weeks have been tough. With Vince finally gone I'd thought my life would turn around. I suddenly had a free 18 hours a day, that I used to spend thinking about Vince, free and all to my self. I honestly don't know how to fill my days anymore. For decades I prayed that the boogeyman that kept me up so many sleepless nights would leave and now that he is I don't know what to do anymore. I thought I'd finally make my parents proud and stop talking about Vince but I find now that I talk about him more than ever.