I couldn’t help it—I laughed. It just slipped out. After years of silence, this was why she showed up?
I said, “You skipped my wedding for a vacation with your STEPDAUGHTER, and now you’re here because you’re broke?” She started crying and said, “She’s still my mother.”
I asked her to leave. She begged me not to do that, but I closed the door. For a moment, I felt relieved, like I had finally stood up for the child she had left behind.
But later that night, guilt started creeping in. My aunt called me heartless. My cousins told me I’d regret it.
And my mom told everyone—of course twisting the story—but she told them. In that moment, at least, she remembered she had a daughter. Maybe they’re right.
But I keep coming back to the same question: where was she when I needed her? I honestly don’t know… Did I finally protect myself, or did I become the very person she raised me to be? Source: brightside.me
