The Diary of Luan Loud
Six Months Later
Nov 25 – I’ve been at the group home for six months now. It’s nice. Most of the girls here leave you alone. And if they don’t, you just have to beat them up and they get the message.
Bobby didn’t get me pregnant, but Lori broke up with him and from what I heard, they haven’t gotten back together.
Mom and dad put Lincoln in therapy.
I don’t know much about the others. I don’t care to ask, and no one cares to tell me. I get a letter from mom and dad here and there, but that’s it.
I’m on medication now and I see a doctor once a week. It doesn’t help. I just smile and tell him what he wants to hear. If I do well in recovery, I might get to go home again one day. I can start over, pick up the whole stupid act where I left off, but I don’t know if I want to. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m conflicted. Sometimes I think I miss my family, but then I get over it. We’ll just wait and see.
“Take it on day at a time, Luan,” the doctor tells me.
And that’s what I’m going to do.
One day at a time.