"I know your trying to insult me, baby, but i'm taking it as a compliment."
"Don't call me baby."
Riley is a bubbly boy who travels through life with cuddles and smiles, giggles and butt wiggles. But no one knows how much he hurts on the inside.
...
"Let it out, my baby. Let it out." She coos rubbing my hair as we sit on the couch. Her arms are on my back and in my hair as i lean into her shoulder.
"I'm the worst person ever, mummy."
"No your not, honey."
"I am. I am," I sob, "She was talking to me and spending time with me and i never realised how much she didn't want me and how much i was annoying her."
"Honey, it will be okay."
"She's gone and i don't know what to do."
I could let her in, let her stay. But i can't.
I don't want to get hurt again.
"She's right next door."
"I hate myself." The words come out without me realising.
"Don't say that. No don't say that."
I stay silent.
"I love you so much. Mummy loves you so dearly."
"I love you, mumma." I whisper into her arms.
She holds me forever as my heart shrivels.
I love Adele.
She doesn't love me.
She doesn't know i love her.
It's obvious she doesn't love me.
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i am so obsessed with mummas boys it's not even funny
