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Tough love

Tough Love
Bey,Blue
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I sat at the kitchen table, mindlessly flipping through emails on my phone. The sun was setting, casting a golden light through the windows, but my mind was far from calm. Blue  had been acting distant lately, and I had a strong feeling that it had to do with Jake, her new boyfriend. Something about him just didn't sit right with me.

I sighed, setting my phone down. I heard the door slam, and I knew she was home. Blue stormed in, tossing her backpack onto the floor with a loud thud. She glanced my way but didn't say anything.

"Hey, Blue," I started cautiously, trying to ease into it. "How was school?"

"Fine," she muttered, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She leaned against the counter, avoiding eye contact.

I decided to cut straight to the point. "What's going on with you and Jake?"

Blue tensed. "Nothing's going on," she snapped, her tone sharper than I expected.

I raised an eyebrow. "Don't lie to me, Blue. You've been coming home upset for the past few days, and I can't help but think it has something to do with him."

"Why do you always assume it's Jake? You don't even know him!" Her voice rose, and I could feel the tension in the room grow thicker.

"I know enough to see that he's not treating you the way you deserve," I replied calmly, though my frustration was starting to bubble to the surface. "I see how you've changed since you started dating him. You're not yourself, baby."

Blue shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. "You don't get it, Mom. You're always so busy with your career, your tours, your image. You don't even know me anymore. Jake is the only one who actually listens to me."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stood up, trying to steady myself. "I listen to you, Blue. I've always been here for you, and I'm here now, trying to protect you."

"Protect me from what? From being happy? From having my own life?" she shouted. "Jake makes me happy, but you can't stand the idea of me being with someone who isn't perfect in your eyes."

I frowned, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's not about perfection, Blue. It's about respect. I want you to be with someone who respects you, and I've seen the way Jake talks to you. It's not right."

"You don't know anything!" she yelled, her face red with anger. "You're not there when we're together. You don't see how much he cares about me!"

"I don't have to be there to know that someone who truly cares about you doesn't make you cry every other night," I shot back, my voice finally rising. "Love shouldn't hurt, Blue."

Blue's lip quivered, and she looked away, trying to keep her tears in check. "You just want me to be perfect, like you. Well, I'm not you, Mom."

I stepped closer to her, my heart aching. "I don't want you to be me, baby. I want you to be happy, and safe, and loved. But I can't just sit back and watch you settle for someone who doesn't give you that."

She stared at me, her eyes filled with defiance and pain. "I love him," she whispered, as if that would change everything.

I softened my tone, reaching out to touch her arm. "I know you think you do, Blue. But sometimes love isn't enough, especially when it's not built on the right foundation. You deserve more than what he's giving you."

For a moment, we stood in silence, the weight of our words hanging in the air. Blue looked torn, and I could see the battle she was fighting inside herself.

Finally, she wiped her tears and looked at me with a resolve I hadn't seen before. "I need to figure this out for myself, Mom. You can't protect me from everything."

I nodded, though it hurt to hear. "You're right. I can't. But I'm always going to be here, no matter what happens."

She didn't say anything else, just gave me a small nod before grabbing her backpack and heading upstairs.

I watched her go, my heart heavy. I knew this wasn't over, but I also knew I had to trust her to find her way. Even if it meant watching her get hurt.

Because sometimes, tough love was the hardest kind of love to give.

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