Chapter 163: The Narrative
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Joanna was there to separate from Michael, and I was stupid enough to let her do it. She kept attacking my psychological defenses, and I suffered as much as she wanted to and began to distrust Michael, making my relationship with Michael tenuous.
I hated this crazy jealous self, but I realized I couldn’t control my heart. My wolf and I had beco paranoid and crazy since Joanna ca along. I knew I had to change my mind, but it wasn’t sothing I could control.
I wasn’t a shining girl growing up, and Robert’s rejection had destroyed my self-confidence. It made fearful of Michael.
My rejection and escape often had been a form of denial, a lack of security in my relationship with Michael, and a constant fear that he would leave behind. Joanna’s presence had magnified that, and she had made doubt myself and my mate, who didn’t understand, even more.
I lay in my familiar little bed in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling.
It was a strange feeling. I had lived here since birth and had spent the first eighteen years of my life there. After only a few months at Michael’s place, I felt a little out of place.
I knew everything there was to know, which was supposed to make feel safe. But I missed the bedroom I shared with Michael. He slled so good.
I buried myself in pillows and blankets, and the comforter I had washed so many tis was soft and comfortable and slled of fresh laundry detergent; even when I wasn’t ho, my parents kept my room just fine. But sothing was missing, I thought, sothing that mattered.
No, it couldn’t have been Michael.
I refused to draw that conclusion and buried my head under the covers.
When I had to pop my head out of the covers because of the lack of oxygen, I found my mother sitting by my bed and my father watching worriedly from the doorway.
I didn’t know when they’d return, but I peeked out from under the covers and smiled at my mother. I didn’t want them to think I was running away from sothing.
I was an adult. I didn’t want my parents to worry about anymore.
My mother reached out and hugged . “Oh, my baby, Cecily, you’re back.”
I hugged her back and felt a twinge of sha in my chest.
‘Don’t let them know you’re here because you’re sad.’
I told myself to hold back the tears about to co from my eyes. But I suspected my mother could still see that I had never succeeded in hiding anything from her.
My mother didn’t ask why I suddenly ca ho and buried myself in the quilt. She just asked what I wanted to eat in her gentle tone. I muttered, “Anything.”.
“Okay, then do whatever you want,” my father said with a smile, then walked into the kitchen to get busy.
My mother sat next to , stroked my hair, and told sothing that had recently happened between her and my father. They had not accepted Michael’s invitation to travel around the world but were living a simple life as usual.
As they had told Michael before, their greatest wish was for to be happy and safe.
I suddenly felt that I shouldn’t hide what I was going through from her.
They were the people closest to , and I should have opened up to them, not shut myself away in the na of not worrying them. I had broken their hearts by not saying a word in the face of Robert’s rejection, and I shouldn’t have done it a second ti.
“I want to talk to you after dinner, okay?” I whispered.
My mother looked at in surprise, then smiled with relief and said, “Of course, honey. We’ll always be behind you.”
My father cooked a sumptuous dinner. He seed to sense sothing was wrong but did not ask much. He did what he could in silence, just like he did for the family.
He didn’t emphasize what he did, but he cared for everyone. He might be a small fry in the outside world, but he was a great man in our family.
After dinner, my father watched TV in the living room. My mother and I ca to my room. She cut so fruit and brought it in. We sat on the small balcony outside my house. I told my mother about what had happened recently with Joanna.
My mother listened in silence until I told her everything. She didn’t make any comnts and just handed fruit and tea when I paused.
This was the first ti I had told this story to another person without any psychological burden, and I knew she would be on my side and give sincere advice.
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