I closed my eyes. I could hear the shake in her voice, the sound of something unraveling. Not in anger but in surrender. It was the sound a woman makes when she’s finally stopped lying to herself. I didn’t rush in with solutions. I didn’t say, I told you, even though a part of me had rehearsed it. I just let her talk.
“It’s hard being a mom,” I said gently. “Especially when you’re doing it alone. Sometimes… even mothers in marriage feel like single moms.”
She didn’t speak right away. But this time, the silence wasn’t cold. It was understanding. It was the silence of someone hearing you. Then she cried. Not quiet sniffles, real, open sobbing… She said she was sorry. Said she’d been scared to stand up to him. That she thought if she pushed back, he might leave.
“I just wanted it to work,” she whispered. “That’s why… that’s why I isolated you.” “I know,” I said. “You always want it to work, especially when you were raised by someone who made it work alone.”
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