"You made me lose everything," She mumbles softly. All of a
sudden she lets the that was hand squeezing my neck drop to her side, and she
turns away abruptly. I fall forward at the sudden action, clutching my palms to
my knees just in time before I crash to the ground face-first. I take slow
breaths, trying to pull myself together long enough to escape to the safety of
my room. And then I hear sniffling.
Goddess. She's crying.
Again.
Okay. I'll address the fucking elephant in the room. She's not sane.
That's right.
My mother is mentally ill. The sheer pain from losing her mate
combined with her suddenly lonely life as a single mother to a kid she resented
made her lose her sanity. She has had intermittent periods of minutes when she
actually knows what's going on, but it's mostly the same cycle of depression
and anger for the rest of the time.