Chapter 4
After work I realized I had a text from my mom asking how I was. She lived close by, but we rarely saw each other. I tried to think back to the last time I’d gone to visit her and couldn’t remember when it’d been.
I texted her back that I was doing fine. I glazed over the details of my life with Mom. She only ever wanted to know about my relationships and the men I was seeing. She didn’t care about my job or my friends.
But for some reason I still wanted her approval.
Mom invited me over for dinner and, since I had no other plans, I agreed. After a quick stop home to shower and change, I headed over to my mom’s townhouse. She bought it after my parents got divorced, not wanting to have to take care of a yard herself, but wanting her own place.
As a kid I liked to sit out on
