💔 I don’t talk about my mom much, but…
This one’s hard to write. ✍️ Im sick to my stomach. Devastated doesn’t even explain. I’ve spent too long, wishing things were different between my mom and me. The betrayal, after betrayal, after betrayal….. Lie…after lie…. Sometimes the people we love most are the ones who leave the deepest wounds.
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