“Medicine can't fix me, mom,” I said a little loud and that made both of us pause.
“I know, I know,” she said as she reached out to pat my shoulder to calm me, but I stepped away not sure if I wanted that physical contact or because I was a little mad at our discussion.
My mom stared at me a little surprised before she reached for her keys and grabbed her mug before pausing to turn to me. “Okay, you won't go to your dad's, but that doesn't mean that you can't come to me and hide away just because I'm working. I'm your mom, Michael. Please trust me a little. Please.” she said.
I saw her almost close to tears and I felt guilty that I had pushed her away. “I do,” I said as I wasn't sure what to do or say to convince her. I wanted to reach out to her, but I couldn't bring myself to move and I wasn't sure if she even wanted me to after what I did.
“I have to go. It's getting late,” she said as she grabbed her keys then made her way out the door.
