The fear that my mother had seen me on the bus became more pronounced the next day.

There are a lot of things that she could do if she had that information… and hell, she knows where the fuck I live.

She just doesn't know about Edward. But, from my memory, I'd rather she didn't know about him. She was a right slut back then, who knew how much that may have grown over the years.

Whenever she called – and yes, it was always her who called out of the two of us – a major topic of conversation was her conquests and the men – as in plural – she was seeing.

I just wish she wasn't like this… maybe then we'd get along.

Maybe then I could introduce her to my fiancé without being guarded and worrying that she'll make a pass at him.


I have around... 14 chapters prewritten and I'm writing more as well.

Just thought I'd let you know.

You've all been quite quiet today... :(

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