Love of end 13

Love of end 13

It was hard to believe

Such cold, heartless wordsfrom the very child I’d raised with my own two hands

When did he become like this

When did he rot from the inside out

Jack wasn’t done. His voice climbed. Mom, you keep saying Dad didn’t tell you anything, but did you ever stop to think why

You never cared about what happened at home. You’ve never cared about Dad at all! No wonder you had no idea he tried to kill himself

You’ve never been a proper wife.” 

What a righteous accusation

I didn’t care

Of course I cared

When we got married, I dreamed of a warm, loving family. Of building a life with someone who cared for me as much as I cared for him

But Sebastian had been the one to draw that line

Every time I tried to get closetried to ask about his day, his work, his lifehe pushed me away. Always with that same sharp impatience

Even when he was sick, I offered to take care of him. And how did he respond

With anger. Snapping at me until I backed off

Eventually, I stopped trying

I became like a trained dogsilent, obedient, existing only to keep the house running and pour everything I had into them

For decades, that was my role. The unspoken rule

Love of end

Love of end

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