It hurts for me to pretend that everything is alright. It hurts me knowing his father's real nature and character. My son wanted things that for him are just fairy tales and fiction when in fact, all of it exists in his father's world. The world that some don't know.
It may be a privilege for me to have a glimpse of his world, but I won't deny that it left me a huge scar as well. Being with him for that short period of time, serving him is like a mirage. It's a dream that's far out of reach and it's a nightmare that I want to wake up to.
"Mommy will be back okay? Behave while mommy's gone." I told my son.
He nodded. "Yes mommy."
I smiled and kissed him in the forehead. I left him playing with his toys in front of the fireplace and I proceeded to my step mother and step father
