July 12th, 2018
My therapist told me to start a journal to help me process my emotions. Of course, his eyes were puffy and red, like so many others out on the street. Who knows, maybe he has his own journals going.
I guess I should start by putting down my name. I'm Will Wilson, and my world has just come crashing down around me. Well, I guess it came crashing down around me in May, when everyone's lives turned for the worst, but it all came to a head for me in the last month or so.
I got married in April this year, on the first. It was a fun little April Fools joke my partner and I wanted to play. We'd been together for a decade, with talks of marriage but the obvious red tape prevented us from finally getting it going. When it was finally legalized, we started to really talk about it. Finally, we decided to have a cookout at his parents' farm a few towns over, in Loudon, New Hampshire. As people came into the backyard they were met with chairs and a banner that read, "April Fools, welcome to our wedding!"
It was the best night of my life. Dominic and I spent the entire time dancing and mingling, and when the night came to an end we went home and continued our lives, only now as husbands.
The following month was spent in ecstasy. Our love life had been reinvigorated with this next step in our lives.
Then the attack happened. We watched in horror as yet another alien ship hovered over New York City, both of us glad we left after the 2012 attack. We thought nothing more of it, these things seemed to be happening more and more frequently, and now we had a whole gaggle of superheroes to protect us.
Only this time… this time they failed us.