2 | My Moms Love Triangle

Part 2 begins ten years later. I am twenty-two, fresh out of college, and home for the summer. I thought the triangle had dissolved. I was wrong. It came on a Tuesday in June. My mother, Ellen, called me while I was packing boxes in my childhood bedroom.

By Anonymous

“It’s not physical,” she said quickly. Then, softer: “Not yet.” my moms love triangle 2