That day changed the relationship between you and your mom forever. The day she told you the truth. How you were the product of a rape from a random man. How you were the product of a relapse in sobriety. Watching the tears flow from your mothers eyes as you walked into her room blurting the question out, "Who's my dad?" She immediately broke down and you froze in your tracks, wanting to take the question and swallow it back down. Watching your mother slowly pull herself back together, you made your way to sit beside on her bed. You remember how her hand felt sticky when she took yours. You remember how her eyes were glassy and shiny when she made you look at her. "Babygirl. I don't know you're father. It was a late, hard night. I made a mistake and ruined 8 years of hard work. You, were not the mistake honey, you saved my life. Don't get it twisted." The words mistake rang in your head, mistake, mistake, mis- "Honey are you okay?" Nodding your head, you listened to the rest, "There is no way to say this, you're father was not a good man, he got me cokes up and raped me." She choked back a sob and squeezed your hand.
"Baby please say something." Everything became clear again and you finally felt her arms around you holding you close, and the wetness on your face. "Can I sleep with you?" She nodded against your head and the two of you climbed into bed, you fell asleep cuddled into her side, holding on for dear life. You were a mistake and somehow had to be okay with it. Dang, life just got complicated.
