"Ahaww," I yawned as I stretched. I missed him. But who am I kidding, he needed to live his life, after all, he was ready to make his own decisions. It had already been 7 years since he left; his life is going great without me helping him in every single little thing. I wish I could get over him leaving, but I can't. He's my little prince, my son, I'll always miss him. I used to hate the girl that took him away from me, but I no longer do. Why would I? She's kind, loving, stunning, intelligent... she's amazing. She's perfect for him, they're meant to be. I only recently apologized for having such hatred for her. Which I should've done long, long ago. Why did I hate her? It all goes back to that day.
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My son has someone else
RandomHello! I decided to write this story because I feel like a lot of mothers go through this feeling. I actually used some 1st hand POVs from 2 kind mothers over this. Sorry if there's bad grammar, or any mistakes. Hope you like it :)
