My mom left me for another man when I was 11. My dad raised me. Last week, out of the blue, she called and said she was dying. She asked, “It’d mean a lot if I could stay in the home I raised you in.” I said no. Yesterday, the police showed up at my door and told me she was sitting in her car down the street. I stood there, staring at the officer. He said she had been there for hours, refusing to leave. Apparently, she told them this was her “only home” and she just wanted to see me. My stomach turned. ….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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