“Were you?” I said neutrally.
“You really broke my heart when you left that boy,” she added.
I said nothing. She was grieving. I didn’t want her to curl up into a little ball. I let her talk.
“I could not believe a daughter of mine could be so selfish. Could go against the church. I was so ashamed of you, Kylee. You really disappointed me.”
I wanted to tell her she had disappointed me, too.
She’d picked a side.
But I sat there and let her tell me I had failed at being a good daughter and a good wife.
I sat there and said nothing.
What did that say about me?