She never listened. No matter how much I tried to explain to her that she would only make things worse for me, my mother insisted I have my 11th birthday party at the local skating rink. I was to invite everyone from my class, with no exception.
I handed out twenty-eight invitations. With each exchange, I held my breath, hoping it was the last.
"What the hell is this?" One faceless classmate said.
Another chimed in with, "You realize no one's gonna come to this, right? Why even waste time?"
There was snickering and mocking and taunting and teasing. And I knew that was going to be the response...so, why did it hurt so much?
Katie couldn't come. Her family had already planned a vacation the same day. My mother swore RSVPing was a thing of the past, and was confident all other twenty-seven kids would come.
No one came. Not a single one. I sat by myself in the party room set for nearly thirty kids. I was too embarrassed to cry. Too angry with my mother for not listening. I needed her to see what was happening. To make things at least a little better.
She came into the room after speaking with the business owner in an attempt to end the event early in exchange for a partial refund. Not that she got it.
Please, hold me. Tell me you're sorry for not listening to me. Ask me if I'm okay. Anything...
"What did you do to keep your whole class from coming?"
No, she can't possibly blame...
"Becca, what have you done?"
...me.
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What Now?
Non-FictionLooking back, Becca's life is nothing more than a combination of blips. Little memories leading up to uncover what made her the person she is today. Will reliving her pain and trauma finally bring some closure, or will she continue to spiral with no...
