Her glare burned into me, fierce and unforgiving. “Even though our relationship is severed, you still owe me alimony. For the sake of the 27 years we spent as mother and daughter, you need to pay me a lump sum.”
With trembling hands, I handed over all my savings. As I turned to leave, she spotted a childhood photo of us on the table and smashed it into pieces.
“I feel sick just thinking about being in the same picture with you,” she spat. “Even the thought of carrying a worthless girl like you in my womb makes me want to vomit.”
Once she stormed out, this twisted farce finally came to an end. I slid down against the wall, feeling as if the weight of the world pressed down on me. I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in a haze of despair. When I finally managed to stand, my legs felt numb, as if they could no longer support the burden of what had just transpired.
My phone rang repeatedly. I answered it out of irritation, and Dave’s voice came through.
"Are you okay? Don't be so dramatic. Everyone will forget this in a few days."
His fiancée had maliciously slandered me, yet he thought I was the one being hypocritical.