Toxic Conversation

She is taken aback. She straightens her posture and crosses her arms, her tattooed eyebrows flick and rise, but she knew I am not completely wrong, so she unexpectedly agrees with me, or so I thought, “You’re right! But you see-”, she’s not willing to back out, “He's been busy for your future. Maybe you should at least give him a little slack, no?”, she says as if her recommendation sounds more like a demand.

Her words echo repeatedly, and my heart retaliates. For the first time, I think I need to put her in her place. I just can’t let it pass. She doesn't even know what I've been through. She doesn't even know what his son did to me. I am just not anyone. I am not a pushover. And I know my self-worth, so with my head held high, “I think there's something you're not aware of, Barbara. You may think that given the fact that Seid and I dated almost a decade now, err, will ensure our future together. You see, your son made a terrible mistake, which you could ask him later by the way, an