We hung up and I put my phone on the side while I tried to get my thoughts to settle with and begin telling myself that I shouldn’t overreact. Elliot was right. If I don’t want to stay there because of how I feel then I can always come back home and try again another time. Find a different plan for my visits with Dad and hope he can understand. After a while, my mom came home and we put my things in the car. We soon started driving off to my dad’s. I tried to distract myself by looking out the window and my mom was quiet with the radio on at a low volume. I’m sure she’s nervous herself, but she won’t tell me that. She never really tells me when she is worried unless we have our heartfelt conversations, but this is a different type of concern. We haven’t seen each other since I was a small kid. She came back to my life when I was in a bed at a hospital. How did that make her feel?
I turned to her, “Mom, are you going to be okay being alone without me for two nights?” I asked.
