Mom sent me an email, asking if I was willing to cut her hair if she made an appointment at the salon.
I waited two days to reply, because I didn’t know what to say.
Part of me wants to say no. Life is easier without her, and I’m so freaking afraid that she’ll suck me in again and that the story will repeat itself once again.
Part of me wants to say yes. F*ck it, she’s my mom!
She did say “Forgive me”, even if it took a few months. How much more can I ask for?
I never wanted to never see her again, I just had to put distance between us to save myself. I don’t trust her, I don’t believe that she has changed, I don’t know if she has understood what I meant – but then again I’ll never know, will I, unless I actually meet her. I’m not angry at her anymore. I want to meet my brother and sister, Alexander has a right to see his grandmother…
Eventually I sent her a reply, telling her all this, and thatÂ I will give her this last chance.
God I hope I made the right decision.