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

Jerome: “Do you regret it? Choosing her over Natalie?”

He didn’t correct her. He didn’t say, “I’m happy now.” He let the words hang there, unchallenged.

When Linda died, the grief felt complicated. I wasn’t heartless—I cried. But layered over the sorrow was a deep, pulsing anger at all the ways she’d tried to erase me even as she faded away.

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