I don't think you realise how every time you mention it, it's like a battering to my already fragile self esteem. I'm finally happy. I'm in a place where I know who I am, I know what I want, I have friends and I am loved by people who I love.
You're not a bad mother. You never could be. I love you. But this has to stop. Why can't you see the signs? I'm breaking. I was fixed, I had picked up the pieces and I don't want to break again.
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