After Extracting My Bone Marrow, My Mother Regretted It

Mom married my dad to get back at the man she loved, Tim Goodwin.

After five years together, Tim cheated on her and refused to return.

When she learned Tim was about to become a father, her fury boiled over.

It was then that my dad, who had waited for her all those years, pursued her once more, and in a fit of anger, she married him.

Not long after the wedding, she got pregnant.

Tim found her again, begging for forgiveness, pouring out sweet words and promises, trying to rekindle their past.

Her already shaky heart was torn apart.

She cried and demanded a divorce, wanting an abortion.

But my dad couldn’t bear the thought of losing his two babies.

He promised her that after the child was born, he’d transfer his assets to her and let her go free.

The doctor told her it was twins, and at this stage, an abortion was risky.

Plus, her chances of getting pregnant again would be slim.

If she went through with the abortion, she’d lose the chance to be a mom forever.

In the end, Mom weighed her options and gave birth to me and Blake.

Dad kept his promise and transferred his wealth, but he didn’t let her leave; he even used Tim to threaten her.

Dad just wanted her to stay a little longer, to care for us more.

But she felt he was selfish, deceiving her, and holding her back this way.

Mom hated him – and me.

She loved Blake but didn’t love me.

Because I looked like Dad, while my brother resembled her.

She said I was a constant reminder of her shame, with my features resembling my father’s, making her feel sick just looking at me.

In the end, she spent six years with Dad.

After he died in a car accident, she couldn’t wait to leave with Blake, abandoning our home and me.