“Don’t talk to me, Edward,” she seethed. “I’m so fucking mad at
you.”
“I’d rather you be mad than a fucking zombie,” I snapped. “I get
that your mom is a bitch and she hurt you. But, you are falling into yourself.
Why?”
“Because my mom pretty much told me that I was not worthy of you,
Edward,” she screamed. “I mean really, Edward. You’re a fucking GOD and I’m the
evil troll that lives under the god damned bridge.”
“Bella, you are the most important woman in the world to me. And
you’re gorgeous. Your mom is a fucking lunatic who is insanely jealous of what
you have,” I spat as I ran my fingers through my hair. “Think about it, Bella.
She can’t keep a husband. She’s jealous. She wants what you have, love. A large
home, children that love her and a husband to come at her beckoned call.”
“I just know that she’s going to fuck everything up,” Bella said
as she threw our clothes into the washer with a little too much gusto. I walked
behind her and stilled her hands. She slumped against me. “A mother is not
supposed to compete with her daughter. That’s all we did, Edward. Compete.”
“What do you mean, compete?” I asked as I kissed her shoulder.
“She always wanted to be my friend. Not my mother. She wanted to
have the same friends, wear the same clothes, battle for the same boys, that
kind of thing,” she pouted. “I pretty much let her have the boys because I
really didn’t care. At all. I didn’t really notice guys until I was a senior in
high school. Once I did notice a boy, she was all over him like white on rice.
He was my boyfriend and my forty year old mother was fucking flirting with him.
It was disgusting. She’ll stop at nothing to ensure that she gets what she
wants. Right now, that’s you. She wants you, Edward. She’s going to steal you
away from me and I’m going to be all alone.”
“Bella, love, I’m not going anywhere. I am not even REMOTELY
attracted to your mother,” I said as I cupped her tear dampened cheeks. “You’re
my girl. My beautiful girl whom I love immensely. I will never leave you. Ever,
baby. You and our children are my soul purpose for living. Breathing.”
Crazy freaking Renee.....
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