LIES!
The word rang like a gong inside my head. My words, my experience were a lie to her.
"Why would I lie?" I asked. "Do you think I would make up those words? Do you think that I could cook something like that?"
"Yes!" She said with conviction. "You hated being married right? You never like being married! I saw how you are! You cannot deny those! You were never a good mother! Not a good wife!"
Something inside me cracked. The damn that was holding all my emotions began to have big cracks that I couldn't seem to fix fast enough. Because I was also not trying to.
Not anymore.
"Do you know what he did to me at night, Mom?" I asked her. Holding her gaze, letting her see the pain I had endured for the last years of my marriage for the man who never loved me.
"There were nights that I came home from work, tired. Do you know where I slept? On the floor. I guess you had seen me, but did you care?"