#Chapter290
Panic rises in me, like it’s done a million times in the past couple weeks and I get angry once more at how pathetic I am. I’m a mess, a failure of epic proportions. A woman who can’t even get her head around something women are meant to do and have naturally, apart from me. I’m sweating in fear at the thought of something relying on me for any sort of survival at all.
I’m not good at nurturing and letting people close. What if I end up like Emma’s mom? Some cold unfeeling woman who kept her child at arm’s length and didn’t bond? Who screws her kid up as bad as Emma was messed up before Jake? She’s told me extensively of the affects her mother had on her over the years, and her final absence in Emma’s life since she married Jake. Emma’s mom has not been in the picture at all, not even with the arrival of grandkids and even though she seems okay about it, I know Emma thinks of her.
