I have always said that the only person who ever truly broke my heart was my mother.

I never imagined I would have to endure a deeper emotional turmoil than the one I faced in my youth and survived through. I was wrong. She managed to break it again. And though this time there was no intention behind it, that offers me no comfort. Loved or unloved, people are ultimately driven by their own relationship with themselves not with you. A truth I admit with sorrow.

The first time, I lost a mother. The second time, I lost a child.