I got real with my mom this past week. She told me a lot of stuff about how I leave every time stuff gets hard. How she'll always be there for me but she can't count on me. How I'm out the door the second she gets real. Stuff like that. When I told her why. The truth. Which is... a lot. I mean I must have sent pages and pages of text of truth. She told me I was misremembering all the everything. Something inside me broke. I realized in that moment she was never going to listen to me. Pt.1