6 months later.
Bette and I had only started talking when it was about our daughter, but other than that we didn't speak. Which was okay.
Bette had started seeing this woman half her age and I could swear that she looked like a younger version of me.
As long as she was happy...
Angie needs two happy moms, she deserves it.
Bette and I weren't happy when together so we finally learned how to be happy without eachother.
Carrie and I were happy though.
So fucking happy that the thought of it alone could make me cry.
I was finally the woman that Carrie deserved.
Our relationship didn't have any of the toxicity that I had with Bette and she got along with Angy perfectly. Angy had even started to call Carrie her bonusmama.
Things in my life were finally going well after I let go of Bette.
When something is so toxic and they refuse to treat you better then there's no other option left than to let go.
Carrie took me to Italy to meet her parents and even though they didn't speak any English, I could tell that they liked me.
We had the best pizza I ever had in some small restaurant nearby and it was then that I truly realised that Carrie was also the best I ever had.
And we lived happily ever after.
For real this time.
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