Betrayal. That’s all she’s done. My own mother.
She and my father got together when they were 15. She got pregnant and my father, being the great man that he is, stayed with her. He got a job, while still going to school, and struggled to provide for me because my grandparents, my moms parents, didn’t want anything to do with him.
When they graduated, they got married. Dad joined the Army because he didn’t know what else to do.
But mom? Well, she liked being the center of attention. She liked being chased. She liked the intensity of it all, and she liked being the object of affection.
My dad did everything in his power to make life for me, for us, better! Bearable, livable, all while he fought in wars and battles! He came home a changed man. Little things would make him shake. Loud noises causes him to cover his ears and shiver in fear, but for the most part he was fairly stable.
But I still loved him!