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“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Greer held out her hand, presenting them a letter addressed to them. “I know I shouldn’t read what isn’t addressed to me. But, I figured we didn’t have any secrets. I guess I was wrong.” As composed as she sounded, she was hurt. Deeply hurt.
“If you keep lying to me, I can’t help you.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Greer held out her hand, presenting them a letter addressed to them. “I know I shouldn’t read what isn’t addressed to me. But, I figured we didn’t have any secrets. I guess I was wrong.” As composed as she sounded, she was hurt. Deeply hurt.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Greer held out her hand, presenting them a letter addressed to them. “I know I shouldn’t read what isn’t addressed to me. But, I figured we didn’t have any secrets. I guess I was wrong.” As composed as she sounded, she was hurt. Deeply hurt.
“Are you seriously going to let this slide? I mean, I get that you two go way back. But what they did wasn’t okay. You can’t just let them treat you like that,” Greer insisted calmly. “If you just keep letting things like this slide they’re gonna start thinking that it’s okay for them to treat you like that when it’s not.”
suggested connections: adopted son’s real parent/ an ex/ family member
“You do not have the right to come in here and tell me how to raise my son. Because I may not have given birth to him, but I’m the one who raised him. It’s because of me that he goes to bed at night. With a full belly and with the knowledge that he is loved, cherished and that he is worthy!” Greer teared up as she raised her voice at the other. “I did that. Without your help. And as far as he knows, I'm his mother. You gave up your right to be in his life the second you walked out of his life. Now, I don't mind you seeing him. But don't you dare lecture me on how to be a good parent for him. Because you don't know him like I do and you certainly aren't a parent yourself. So, stop. Just stop.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Greer held out her hand, presenting them a letter addressed to them. “I know I shouldn’t read what isn’t addressed to me. But, I figured we didn’t have any secrets. I guess I was wrong.” As composed as she sounded, she was hurt. Deeply hurt.
“I’ll have you know that I don’t need your help.”
