I leaned my head against the soda machine. My hands shook as I tentatively touched the glass enclosure. Feelings of vulnerability and exposure swirled around me. What had I done? Only my husband knew of those events. Only my love knew how much Mom hurt me over the years. Now my sisters knew.
The opening of all those old wounds left me raw. It left me vulnerable for the attack I knew would be coming. Leslie never missed a chance. She'd see the open wound and move in to pour the salt on it. It was one of her life's goals to drag me down as often as she could.
Raw. Burning. Painful. The memories that had flowed out of me cut like razor blades deep within. I relived those moments of telling Mom I was pregnant. The first one brought on excitement and fear. I couldn't wait to tell her the ne
