S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 8 (part 1)
Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear.
“I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers.
“Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved him.”
“Talk.”
“I-I have a fetish, Mother. You saw it.”
“I don’t know what I saw anymore. It was so wrong, I blacked it from my mind.”
Interesting choice of color. “I finally told Garrick about it. He’s more understanding than I expected.” After you left, I never sought Andrew’s help again. From now on, Garrick will help me.”
“You need therapy.”
“I do, Mom, but I was told at a young age that shrinks are dinks for believing they can mess around with people’s heads.”
“This isn’t about me.”