I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone, bored out of my mind, when my best friend's name flashed across the screen. I answered the call, expecting to hear about her latest dating disaster or her newest job promotion. But instead, I was met with hysterical laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked, my voice laced with annoyance.
"Oh, you know, just something your mom did in the sauna," she replied, still chuckling.
My jaw dropped in shock and disgust. "What are you talking about?"
She tried to justify her actions, saying that my mother was "asking for it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I told her to shut up, but she continued to defend herself, saying it was just a harmless fling and that my mother seemed to enjoy it.
I became enraged. "How dare you!" I shouted. "How dare you take advantage of my mother like that!"
She tried to apologize, but I had already hung up the phone. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mind was racing, trying to process what had just happened. I started pacing around the living room, trying to calm myself down.
I couldn't shake the image of my mother, always so carefree and flirtatious. I started to wonder if my friend was telling the truth, and if my mother did, in fact, enjoy it. I felt a mix of emotions, including anger, betrayal, and confusion.
I decided I needed to confront my mother about what happened. I marched towards her bedroom, determined to get answers. I threw open the door, and there she was, lying on the bed, reading a book.
"Mom, we need to talk," I said, my voice shaking.
She looked up at me, a confused expression on her face. "What's wrong, honey?"
I took a deep breath and told her what my friend had told me. She listened quietly, her face growing paler with each word.
"Is it true?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, it's true."
I felt a wave of anger wash over me. "How could you do something like that?" I demanded.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," she said, her voice shaking. "It was just a mistake."
"A mistake?" I repeated, my voice rising. "A mistake that involved my best friend?"
"I'm sorry," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you."
I stood there, staring at her, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own mother, the person I loved and trusted the most, had betrayed me in the worst way possible.
I turned and walked out of the room, my heart heavy with anger and disappointment. I knew our relationship would never be the same again.
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