That line seemed to hit her right in the chest. Her voice suddenly rose, loud enough to make my ears ache.
“How is it not your fault? You’re the bad luck that ruined this whole family! Your sister got divorced because of you!”
I froze for a couple of seconds.
That same tired feeling came over me again, and pain spread through my body.
Once again, it was all my fault. Everything was my fault.
Any time something made Reese upset, it became my fault.
When she left high school to be some man’s mistress and got beaten almost to death by his wife, it was my fault.
When she hung out with street kids, got drunk, raced cars, and had eight abortions, it was my fault.
After she grew up, she scammed her way through nine marriages, the shortest lasting less than a week, and every time she cheated and was caught, it was still my fault.
It felt like even my very existence, even my breathing, was a mistake.
After being shaped out of dirt for twenty-eight years, I finally couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Mom, if you think I’m bad luck, then stop calling me. Just act like you only have one daughter….Reese.”
Right away, my mother’s voice went harsh.