How could I turn him down? I never could.
What he did, he did out of concern for me. I did need to eat, even though my appetite was nonexistent.
He was right. I had someone else to consider besides myself.
Especially now, our baby.
I looked at my mum and roamed my eyes over her perfectly coiffed and dressed presentation today for her husband's funeral.
Why in the hell had she even come to the service?
She'd barely spoken or care my Dad after I moved away to P Country. She certainly couldn't have any true grief for him.
Could she?
But I had absolutely no idea. It saddened me to realize that I couldn't tell because I didn't know her well enough to tell.
My mother and I weren't close like that.
We didn't share deep feelings or secrets. I never knew why she suddenly leave my dad, or if she'd ever even loved him.
So I didn't know why they ever got married in the first place.
How had they met?