Unfortunately for me, the conversation with my mother had only continued to go farther and farther downhill than I had been expecting it to, than I had prepared for it to, until it reached the point where she was the one who had walked out of my room. I had felt like a complete and utter i***t once I realised that it had been me who had driven her away, but I also knew that it was too late for me to be sorry.
What was done, was done. The best that I could do, was apologise when I saw her again, and even that didn’t guarantee that things would return to normal. It was an insanely difficult place to be in, and I wasn’t just talking about mentally. This place drained me in a way that I had never thought it would be able to, after all these years. The high hopes that I had had, had all ended
