I went back home with Mom that night.
All she had to say was 'please', and every part of me crumbled. We didn't have any conversation after that.
Our relationship was weird and toxic most of the time. It wasn't always like this. We used to be closer, though not as close as I was with Dad, but it was way better than this.
She was like that toxic ex one couldn't get over. Because no matter how bad she treated me, and no matter how far I ran away from her, all she had to do was say a word, and I'd go back running into her arms. She didn't even have to apologize whenever she wronged me—she never did— for me to give in.
Because she was my mom, the only family I had, and I loved her.
We always had our differences, and things never changed or got better. It has always been this way since my father died. It was like a part of her died with him that day, only leaving me with the bad pieces. And somehow, I felt like I was the one responsible for mending her.
