“You can’t fix people who need someone to feel lesser so they can feel good about themselves.”
I didn’t respond to anyone, but I read every word.
It was strange.
Validation from strangers felt more like family than anything I’d gotten from my actual family in years.
Then, around midnight, Mom texted again.
Mom: “I hope you’re happy. Your father hasn’t eaten since that argument. I barely slept. Melissa’s kids are asking why you hate them.”
I stared at the message for a while before replying.
Me: “I don’t hate anyone. I’m just done pretending.”
No reply.
The next day, she called.
I didn’t pick up.
She left a voicemail.
“Felix, listen. We made mistakes, all right? But you’re taking things too far. You’re making us out to be villains. You need to take that post down before this gets any worse. Please, for your son’s sake.”
