Chapter 30 - Reese

Yes, I was hiding from my mother. No, I’m not proud of it. I’m twenty-seven and hiding from my mother at my boyfriend’s. The sweet man didn’t call me out on it until he had to. I know he’s right, I have to face her eventually, but more than having to face her, I need clothes. While his clothes are comfy, I can’t wear them to dad’s for a party or work, even if it’s to resign.

At least whatever had my stomach angry went away after that tea and toast. Or maybe it was talking things out with Don. Who’s to say? I’m inclined to believe the latter. Knowing he will back me no matter which path I take helps. And it’s sweet of him to want to believe there is a chance my mother will apologize. I, however, am not going to hold my breath.

The universe is against me today. First throwing up this morning and now finding my mother pounding on my door like she’s the cops with a warrant. Given her general attitude, I doubt she’s here to apologize for her behavior at the party. She only looks frazzled