Dkwtdn.

I just told my mum how I felt about what she did last night and how much she hurt me. Before I could help it, the waterworks came. I expected an apology at the very least, definitely not denial and not telling me that I was exaggerating things.

I saw it, mummy. How you twisted things right after you saw the hurt in my eyes. How your own eyes displayed the split second of guilt.

I wonder if today would have gone differently if I had told you I cried myself to bed last night, and cried myself out of it this morning.