January 20th
Today is Arnav’s thirteenth birthday celebration.
Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to witness it. I wasn’t allowed to come.
I wished I could go, but I know Jullian would throw me out of his home if I insisted. Perhaps even take it further, He might go so far as to make it impossible for me to see my own son again.
Sometimes, I wonder if exile would be kinder than enduring the cold indifference I constantly receive from both my husband and my son.
I’ve tried, over and over again to build some kind of relationship with my handsome son. But I must accept the bitter truth: he no longer sees me as his mother. The way he looks at me is filled with hatred. It’s heartbreaking.
How I long to embrace him the way I used to when he was a child—to whisper to him just how much I love h
