Calling my mom
Furious, I contacted my mother and demanded an explanation, but she hung up. The arrogance of it made me furious. How could she reject my emotions so easily? I dialed her number again, but it went directly to voicemail. Her silence just increased my wrath. I needed answers, and if she wouldn’t give them over the phone, I knew I’d have to approach her in person.
Calling My Mom
Needing direct confrontation
Distraught, I realized I had to address her immediately, as I needed to know what she had hidden. Setting aside my feelings, I drove to her house, each mile strengthening my determination. I couldn’t let her escape the conversation. When I arrived, I hammered on the door with my heart beating. She opened it slightly, her face pallid. ‘We need to talk,’ I stated firmly, pushing past her to enter.
Needing Direct Confrontation
