Ivy
Thursday morning never looked worse and that bad blood between mum and I was officially back. We were in talking terms but there was this coldness and traces of defiance in my voice since the previous night which saw me go to bed early and switch off my phone. Looking at her left this hurting reminder of the fact that God saw it better for her to be happy in life. She deserved it more than me. That was just a lot to take in based on the fact that we were all his children. Mind you a few days back I had given her the green light myself, not that keeping the red one would have stopped her from being happy, but it felt like I was the reason for my own unhappiness, the architect of my f****d-up love life that ended before it even began. Maybe if I'd stopped fighting it and showed God how
