who ever wondered why I never finished college, here’s part of the answer.”
I didn’t hit send.
Not yet.
My mother was still ranting about loyalty, respect, how ungrateful I was, and how I was brainwashing everyone against her.
I barely heard her.
I stared at that unsent message, at the tiny blue arrow that would change everything.
Once I sent it, there would be no returning to pretending.
No more, “It’s just how she is.”
No more, “She means well.”
Only truth.
Bare.
Ugly.
Real.
“You think you’re so
