Thirty
Holly
After another heart-to-heart with my mom last night, feeling unwanted by my dad has dissolved into the background. Maybe I’ll develop a relationship with him and maybe I won’t, but whatever happens, it doesn’t mean I’m unlovable.
It’s fourth period, Austin’s free period to catch up on work, so I walk down the hall toward the bathroom as an excuse to pass by his classroom.
He didn’t text or call me last night, said he had some marking to catch up on.
I glance into his classroom as I pass by, but he’s not at his desk and his biology classroom is empty. Disappointment sets in, and my footsteps grow faster toward the bathroom.
Washing my hands since I don’t really need to go the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. Who am I becoming? A woman who purposely tries to put
