The Cracks We Let Them Widen
Here’s a deep, narrative-style post based on your prompt: My Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna INTRov...
It started small. A sympathetic ear. A "concerned" message about how I was "acting out." Then came the gifts—thoughtful, personal, the kind that make a lonely woman wonder if her own child has been lying to her. He learned her loneliness before he learned her name. And she, exhausted from years of raising me alone, mistook his attention for care. The Cracks We Let Them Widen Here’s a
My bully couldn’t break me—not in the halls, not in the locker rooms, not even when I came home with blood drying under my nose. So he did something worse. He turned his attention to the one person I thought was untouchable. My mother, Yuna. He learned her loneliness before he learned her name
I watched her laugh at his jokes. Let him inside our kitchen. Defend him when I tried to warn her.