My Boyfriend’s Mom Called Me a Gold Digger for Eight Months—Then She Humiliated Me at the Supermarket Until My Manager Said One Thing That Sent Her Running Out in Tears

and, of course, Lydia’s intrusions.

“Don’t let her get to you, Em. You’ve got a good one in Jake. He’ll do right by you.”

After we hung up, the apartment settled into that soft hum it gets when Jake’s gone. I ran my palm slowly across my stomach.

“Just a little peace, baby girl,” I whispered. “That’s all Mama’s asking for. A little peace before you get continue reading …