My mother’s betrayal was her weakest moment in life.

All of my childhood, sitting and listening to my mother cry to me about her horrible husband and not once did she ask how I felt.

All of those years of allowing my mother to live with me when my father hit her.

All of those years of being abused and not once did my mother step in to stop it, in fact she protected him.

All of those years of taking her side and her never taking my side and defending me.

I loved her unconditionally and saw her for what she was…weak. I still cared and felt like she deserved better. She never said that my childhood deserved to have been better while being raised by that same man and then one day, she chose him over me.

What had I finally asked of her? I need to be with you more or not at all. She’d been very distant, not calling or visiting for the final year of knowing her. And what did she choose when her daughter wanted to spend more time with her? She left me.

She will always be the one who betrayed me the most. I wanted to be with her more, even after everything.

I will forever hold her to that exit.