Hi… please, don’t judge me. I already feel disgusting about this. I’ve carried this secret for 16 years, and now it feels like it’s eating me from the inside out. I don’t know why I’m writing this today, or what I even expect from it. Maybe I just need someone to listen. Maybe I need to feel less alone. Maybe… I’m hoping a stranger will say something that’ll finally give me the courage to do what I should’ve done years ago. What I did—it wasn’t out of spite. It wasn’t because I’m a bad mother. It was survival. It was protection. Or at least… that’s what I told myself. But now, as I look at my son, all grown, with questions in his eyes and trust in his voice… I’m terrified.
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