My heart dropped, and the food I had eaten turned to ash in my stomach. I stared at her, all words failing me. Why did I think it was going to go smoothly, and she’ll just let me leave? Why did I think that for once, she would try to sympathize with me? That after everything I've been through, she’ll think, “Oh, she’s been through enough. She doesn't deserve any more suffering.”
Why did I think that for once in my life, she would be a mother? She will think of someone other than herself? Was that really too much to ask? I haven't really asked her for anything, have I?
I got married to improve our financial situation after she spent my father's money with reckless abandon after he died. I was only twenty-two! Yet I stepped up for us, and now I was asking for just one thing, and it was t
