Ripping her hands away from the women she’d been waiting for since she was 13, possible longer, she realized the version of her that she’d wanted was never coming. “I won’t count on you anymore. I won’t hope that you’ll become what I always needed you to be. I will give up the idea of you, mother. Forgive me for holding onto it for so long.” 🥺
— Aug 07, 2026 08:31PM
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