So, today at dinner, telling my moms about the get together was easier than I thought, but something is still gnawing at my heart. I felt bad about yelling at my moms after Nina popped in to greet them, and now I feel worse. At the dinner table, Angie asked if I needed her to drop me off and then she stopped short, and said, "No, you wouldn't want that". I know she wasn't trying to make me feel guilty because she said it was hurt in her voice, she terribly tried to disguise. She looked down at her food so I wouldn't see her pained expression. God, I wanted to reach over and hug her and kiss her and tell her I still love her and didn't mean everything I yelled at her and Jo about.
God, I feel like the worse daughter right now...
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Catastrophically Carla (Lesbian Story)
Teen FictionAges 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adve...
