“Hi, Mom.”
“Amelia, did I wake you?”
“No.” I press my fingers into my temple, massaging the dull ache. “Just got home.”
“I’ve been thinking about you, honey. I never see you.”
That’s because I don’t want to see you; you only ever bitch about my relationships.I think to myself, it’s sad, but she really doesn’t care about my well-being, just whether she’s ever going to get grandkids.
“You live in Glendale, not across state lines.”
She laughs gently. “I know, I mean, you’re all alone out there.”
I groan, flopping onto the couch. “I’m not alone. I have Rex.”
“Honey, you’re alone, emotionally.”
I stare at the ceiling, already knowing where this is going.
“Have you thought about getting back with Jax?”
There it is, always bringing him up.
“Mom…”
“I’m just asking. He was so nice, and he always made such an effort.”
“I’m not talking about this.” I snap.
There’s a beat of silence.
“Okay, get some rest,” she says, “I love you.”
“Love you too, mom.”
I quickly hang up, throwing myself on my couch.
Throwing my head back against the soft, velvet cushions, I let out a long, ragged exhale.
If she truly understood what six long years with him felt like. Being gaslit until I doubted even my own breath, dealing with the cheating, and when I would confront him, it was always denial.
“Maybe if you put some more effort into your appearance, I wouldn’t have to look elsewhere.”
His voice flashes across my mind, causing me to shudder in disgust.
The constant lies, and how he made me feel invisible unless I was useful. He emotionally abused and manipulated me, always making it seem like I was the crazy one.
Fuck him.
My phone buzzes again.
I groan, digging it out from between the cushions, squinting against the bright light of the screen.
Maverick
Dollface. C’mon. Just hear me out.
Maverick
