Family law consultation
Scrolling up, the truth became clear. Richard had two young children and was searching for a woman who could be a mother figure. Evelyn was using me—our reunion—to impress him.
She had chosen a man over me again.
Mother-child relationship book
When she came back into the room, I didn’t confront her. Instead, I retrieved the shoebox of drawings from my bedroom and handed it to her.
“Every few weeks,” I said quietly. “For years after you left.”
She hugged me, crying, promising she’d never leave again.
But I didn’t hug her back.
The next morning, she left—along with empty promises. She even forgot the shoebox.
I stopped answering her calls. When she showed up days later, knocking and shouting my name, I stayed silent until she left.
That night, I threw the shoebox into the dumpster.
As it disappeared, I remembered Grandma Rose’s words:
“You are a strong, capable young woman, Alexa. Never forget your worth.”
She was right, so I chose not to be part of whatever Evelyn had planned. I wouldn’t be part of her life either. I was choosing myself.
