As a high society snob herself, I've never understood mom's blatant disdain for those of her ilk. I guess it stems from the fact that dad had taken her to some remote village in a third world country ten years ago, and she got to see firsthand what true poverty and suffering looks like. Now she's the champion of anything that even remotely looks like an underdog. She's not playing footloose and fancy-free with my life, though; I'll be fucked if I'm going to let my ex get off that easy.
"You seem to forget that she ran away with my baby inside her, your grandsons, and had no plans on ever telling me about their existence. Had Bennett not run into her by chance, I shudder to think what might've happened. She, for damn sure, wouldn't have told me about my sons. I wouldn't have met them until they grew up and became old enough to search me out themselves, that's granted that…that's granted she ever told them truth about who I am."
Just saying those words made me furious all over again.
" I hear everything that you're saying, and I agree, she shouldn't have left with the baby. But have you considered the fact that maybe she didn't even know that she was pregnant? And you're still not willing to accept the fact that something or someone was the cause of her leaving?"
"If she loved me, she would've come to me. She wouldn't have left me the way she did."
"What if she thought she was saving you?"
"What? What are you talking about?" What she was saying made no sense. Saving me from whom, from what? I had no known enemies that would facilitate such a thing.
I was definitely trying to know why had she left so secretly . Now listening to my mom left me with several thoughts.