Mom Pov Sandra ((hot)) Direct

I didn't scream. I just stopped. I took off my earring, put the toast down, and walked to the living room.

The look on her face—confusion, then a flicker of fear—should have snapped me out of it. But it didn't. I just felt… empty. I had spent years building the identity of "Mom the Provider," and in that moment, the scaffolding collapsed. mom pov sandra

And slowly, something shifted.

"But I didn't handle it," I sobbed. "I quit." I didn't scream

I sat down on the couch. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the blank TV. put the toast down