He walked back, clutching his face.
"Somehow, you're the only selfish person here" he said, "you watched a man who you sacrificed everything for break you and you still stayed. I'm here offering a helping hand, putting everything behind you and your pride still won't let you choose what's best for your family."
My eyes stung as the tears formed in them.
"Tell me Cynthia are you happy? Were you content knowing that your son, who has barely hit puberty, worked at a garage? Did it please you knowing he had to hide it from you so you wouldn't panic?" He grabbed my arm pulling me close. "A mother would do anything for her child, even if it includes swallowing her pride and asking for help but here you are still battling with yours".
I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. The te
