I wake up knowing I must sneak into my mother’s house and get my clothes today. This sucks, but at least I won’t have to deal with Tessa anymore. I grab my phone and check my messages out of habit. ‘I took Tessa to our summer cottage for a few days. We are not finished with this, but you need time to pull your head out of your ass.’ How kind of my mother. I just love how she dictates my life. I’m a 25-year-old man who is entirely under his mother’s thumb, quite literally. It’s pathetic, really.
I reluctantly drive back to my mother’s, half expecting to see her there even though she said she’d be away. Why? Because it wouldn’t be the first time she lied to me in my life to get me to do what she wanted. I’m pathetic when you think about it, but what other choice do I have now? I’ve been slo
