My mother is back in the state for the first time since the divorce came up.
It's been eight months.
She visited once and has tried to call so many times.
I feel guilty, I don't like ignoring her but I also know that my mental health has taken a dip since the first call.
I called her back tonight, it only lasted two minutes, but it broke me.
(This was written in may but wasn't continued because of obvious reasons)
YOU ARE READING
Why Can't My Life be Normal?
Non-FictionThis book is mostly a vent about my recent life. My name is Hope. My family is in the middle of a messy divorce, I am in college, I have depression, I have anxiety and I need to get stuff off my chest. Some people may know about the other book I was...
