A little voice in my head told me not to go but for the first time, I didn’t listen.
All that ran through me was pent-up aggression towards the woman who continued to use and abuse me. First, she denied my existence, then she lied that I studied in France for almost two years, and now she only brought me back for my trust funds. When Asher finally told me about her conversation, Melissa keeping a watchful eye on the both of us until letting her guard down Saturday night, I didn’t know how to feel. Enraged. Depressingly shattered. Upset in the least. However, what more was I expecting from her? This was the mother I’ve known my whole life. She’s never changed for me, only for the new men who entered her life. Then why did it hurt so much being so unwanted by her?
The need to scream and cr
