Broke Down
We would break down in the middle of the road, wouldn’t we?
It was typical of my experiences with my birth mother. She always got her way. She wanted to have a talk after ten+ years living away from me and Dad. The car obeyed. Shocker.
Where the hell was that mechanics person?
‘At the time, things were different son. I felt suffocated. Your father and I married very young.’
This is the fifth excuse I’ve heard.
‘Let me level with you Ann, I’m not interested in excuses. I want the truth.’
And to know you feel bad about it.
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I hate when people come up with a million excuses. Just apologize and say you screwed up
Totally agree. Thank you for reading. 🙂
It sounds like she is not ready to forgive or for forget.
Thank you for reading. 🙂
Dear Lisa,
The dialogue was a little confusing. However, the excuses part was loud and clear.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for reading & for your feedback. 🙂
“Mom” sounds pretty pathetic, trying to excuse herself now.
I agree. Thank you for reading. 🙂
there are times when it’s better for the truth to remain unsaid.
Very powerful – felt so real and like a great movie snippet
Thank you very much. 🙂
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Looks like he is not going to get a straight answer at all.
Somehow I don’t think so. Thank you for reading. 🙂