“I didn’t say that. I said you’ve been carrying this alone. I want you to put it down.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll keep my distance until you do. I love you. But I won’t let my baby grow up on this.”
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever said to her.
“One session,” she said at last.
“One session. And you stop talking about Wade like that. Starting today.”
I thought all the problems were behind me. I was wrong.
“One session.”
I went home and made up with Wade. He admitted he’d wanted to put my mom in her place and hadn’t thought about how it would hurt me.
“No more big decisions for each other,” I said.
“Deal.”
Two weeks later, Mom brought soup to our house. We were standing in my kitchen, being careful with each other, when a sharp pain hit my stomach.
