He Left On My Birthday—And Faced The Consequences At His Mother’s Funeral

don’t mind, do you?” Linda would ask with a smile that wasn’t a question.

I minded. I minded desperately. But every time I brought it up, Jerome would sigh and say, “She’s my mom. She doesn’t mean anything by it.”

Somewhere along the way, I started believing that maybe I was the problem for minding.

Which is probably how Nathan slipped back into my life.continue reading …