Honestly speaking, it still felt very much like a dream, up until the moment I actually fell asleep after a really awkward dinner. My babies were too distracted about the fact that they were actually having dinner, immediately after their birthday, with their father and paternal grandparents, to even notice all wasn't well with their mother. As much as it broke my heart to see them this excited over the barest minimum, I couldn't become the selfish mother who would decide to snatch away her child's happiness for their own selfish gain. And so, I remained smiling, teasing them and laughing to their not so funny jokes.
I had thought that that would be it. The really tensed air would be cleared and by morning, a more mature adult conversation would be had, but unfortunately, I didn't know how wrong I could be.
