They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

my eyes.

Of course they were.

In their version of reality, I could not be an autonomous woman who made a decision they didn’t like.

I had to be a victim.

Because victims are easier to control.

“Is it… spreading?” I asked, hating myself for caring.

A pause.

“Yes,” he admitted. “It’s getting attention.”

I pictured Sarah typing with righteous fury, her nails continue reading …