Although it might not have been the smartest thing that I could have done, I decided to hang up on my mother after that comment. It wasn’t ideal, and I knew that it was only going to be a matter of time before she called me back, and there was absolutely nothing stopping her from snapping at me again, as well as saying everything that I hadn’t given her the chance to say this time. It was almost as if I was doomed, as if there was no other choice for me, other than to simply accept my fate, than to accept what was going to happen, no matter how much I didn’t want to.
And what made me feel even worse about the entire situation, what made me even more upset by it all, was the fact that there was a part of me that believed what my mother had said. I wasn’t sure why, wasn’t sure why I would
