Through out the ride back home I felt completely and utterly miserable. I feel like I am being torn into two. It is so depressing.
"How was it? How did it go?" Mom throws the questions at me the moment I step into the kitchen to get some water to drink.
I sigh "he was being an asshole." I grumble
"Language Lenny." Mom reprimands with a scowl on her face.
"Sorry." I mumble and take in huge gulps of water before answering her, "he has one week to change my mind. He did not take is so well in the beginning. But I got my message accross." I answer and put the bottle back in the fridge.
"Where is dad anyway?" I ask.
"He is not yet back." She says, "you know I am here for you right?" She asks with a warm smile.
"I know." I say as I bite my lips and cast my gaze down, unable to let her se
