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After that, Mom and her boyfriend broke up.
She still ignored me.
Me too.
Until junior high, she said she wanted to
remarry.
This time, she was serious.
She was in love.
She didn’t want me.
Her fiance didn’t like me.
“Go find your dad.”
“He’s got money, can take care of you.”
Two duffel bags, with all my stuff.
I was kicked out.
Grandma cried, Mom said, “She doesn’t leave,
I can’t get married, pick one.”
Grandma looked at me sadly.
“Ashley, your mom’s waited so long. Your
dad’s had a new family, now she gets a
chance, okay?”
“Don’t blame her.”
Okay.
She wasn’t my mom anymore, I wasn’t her
daughter.
