Sue

While perusing the newspaper at the front door, I furrowed my brows thoughtfully. Now that I'm back in my father's care, I feel better than I ever have. In retrospect, it was foolish of me to leave him. I knew he was rejected by his family, including my mother, so I shouldn't have questioned his devotion to me.

While staring at the envelope, I took a few deep breaths.

Lawsuit.

Contractual breach litigation.

Over the phone, I used Google to look up the solution to my problem..

Having someone you care about serve you with a case for breach of contract may be a difficult and upsetting experience for any woman. She may feel betrayed and confused about what to do next.

The first thing she should do is consult an attorney who is licensed in her state so that she may learn more about her legal options. The lawyer will also be able to advise her on how to best respond to the situation and defend her rights.

It's crucial to consider her mental health as well as her physical health at this time. When someone close to her brings legal action against her, she may feel hurt, angry, or betrayed; however, she must find healthy ways to deal with these emotions.

It can be beneficial to reach out for emotional support from someone you trust, such as friends, family, or a therapist. Self-care and attention to one's own needs should also be prioritized at this trying period.

At the end of the day, this is a legal issue, and it must be treated as such. The finest results can be achieved through close collaboration with an experienced attorney and subsequent adherence to their counsel.

I can't believe he's suing me for breaking the contract.

"What is that?" questioned Dad.

Contractual violation? How?"

"I'm not sure. I can't believe he would do something like that! I didn't break any agreements!

I recommend giving Mossy a ring. His words.

And I actually did that!

"Give him a call and let him know you didn't break the agreement."

"How so? He seemed to be really committed to this. He gave me no warnings whatsoever. I ran into him in the cafe. He showed up without saying a word. That is exactly what it means! That's the whole point of his visit! Me in court!"

Having the person you care about look at you like you're crazy or, even worse, with zero interest is like being punched in the belly. Knowing that they have forgotten the joys and sorrows, the laughter and the tears, that you had together is a harsh irony.

It's natural to feel hurt and resentful when someone you care about has forgotten about you or abandoned something important to you. It's difficult enough not to try and remind them of the good times you had together, but it's almost impossible to keep from trying to reignite the flame that once blazed so brilliantly.

However, memory loss is a natural process that cannot be prevented or manipulated. It's difficult to understand and can result in feelings of helplessness and confusion on both sides.

The most effective strategy entails waiting for the person to recall the information on their own. It's crucial that you prioritize your personal health and recovery at this time.

You may be feeling wounded and furious, but you must restrain yourself from acting out toward the individual who has memory loss. They are not to blame, and it would be unfair to hold them responsible.

Instead, you should treat them with compassion and sympathy, putting yourself in their shoes so you may better understand how they feel and being there for them while they deal with the challenges of memory loss.

It's crucial to be ready for the chance that the individual will never fully recover their memories if the worst-case scenario occurs. While it may be impossible to rekindle the love you once shared, you may still find solace in the here and now and take comfort in the memories you have, even if they are yours alone.

But he has the nerve to accuse me of breaking the contract. He must have forgotten about me, right? I was afraid he'd forgotten everything. Now he's suing me over the terms of our agreement.

I was able to control my temper. My job takes place in a cafe.

When I first saw the girl enter the coffee shop, I had to squint.

Seeing the girl who had replaced me stand there with her eyes flaming with rage was like something out of a nightmare. My ex-crush's girlfriend had come to confront me about my love for her man, and I knew exactly why she was here.

There was never much of anything for us. There was never a name for what we had, but we always said it was love.

At first, all I wanted to do was get away from the stress and difficulty. But then I realized I had done nothing wrong; my emotions were genuine; and I had every right to express them.

So I held my ground, trying to keep my cool despite her barrage of accusations and insults. It hurt to listen to her, to feel the pressure of her jealousy and rage.

In spite of everything she said, I knew in my heart that I still loved my ex. In addition, I was aware that he had moved on, that he was seeing someone else, and that I should give him space to be happy.

It hurt to accept the truth, but I knew I had to. No matter how much it hurt, I couldn't cling to what wasn't mine anymore.

I was honest with her, letting her know that my feelings for him hadn't changed but that I now understood that we weren't meant to be together. I wished she could know that my emotions didn't mean I thought she was less valuable to him.

In the end, I knew I had to have the conversation, but it was tough. I had to look inside myself and deal with the hurt from the past and the optimism for the future.

When I arrived at the house, Dad was not there. He must have left for a while.

Before I turn in for the night, I take a quick peek outside to make sure everything is secure.

The question, "What are you doing here?" I yelled, and she reflexively crossed her arms over her chest.

For many years, I had prepared myself for this very moment. I had been trying to comprehend her mother's rejection for a long time, but now as I stood before her, all of her repressed emotions were out.

Why is she even here, I wonder?

Her mother's expression changed dramatically as she registered the hatred in Artemesia's voice. Stuttering, "I... I wanted to see you," she finally said, "I."

"See me?" As for me, I laughed it off.

Now, all these years later, you want to meet with me? Remember, it was you who warned me to keep my distance.

I saw shame and anguish in her mother's eyes as her face sank. "Yes, I'm aware, and I'm sorry. I messed up. I had hit a rough patch and was at a loss as to how to go. I decided it was for the best if we didn't talk to each other.

When I saw her roll her eyes, I knew she was furious. Which is the best? You? Because that was obviously not the best option for me.

Muttering, "I know, Artemesia," her mother's voice cracked.

And I apologize. I was completely incorrect. I need to be with you right now. I failed as a parent and should have done better.

I avoided her mother's sight and glanced aside. For a long time, I had felt unwanted and unloved, and now that her mother was standing before me, those feelings came flooding back.

Finally, with her voice barely above a whisper, I murmured, "I don't know if I can forgive you."

Her mother whispered, "I understand." But I'm hoping you'll give me a second opportunity. Just to listen and support you. I want to be your mom again.

What to say, I wondered. There was a part of her that wanted to distance herself from her mother, just as she had done for so long. But another part of her, a tiny bit, hoped against hope that her mother could become the caring parent she'd always yearned for.

The truth is, "I don't know," I admitted at last. I need a moment to gather my thoughts.

With tears running down her cheeks, her mother nodded. Take your time figuring it out, Artemesia. Remember that I have always loved you.

As her mother walked away, I could see that she was struggling with a lot of mixed feelings. I didn't know what was ahead, but I did know that seeing her mother again had unleashed a deluge of feelings that I wasn't sure I could handle.

*

I was at a loss for what to do after my video went viral; I'd always wanted to make a living as a musician. That night, after I performed a song, all of my followers went crazy on my social media. That's why it was like a dream come true when the record company finally called.

Mossy is my new manager and she just handed me a contract. She has been my manager in every aspect of my life.

The Agreement was Read by Me.

But as I read on, her spirits began to plummet. My ex-boyfriend Braxton owns the record label, so I knew if I signed with them I'd have to work closely with him.

That you're suing me is ridiculous. I was offered a record deal by him.

If she signed the contract, she would be giving Braxton full authority over her professional and personal decisions. The prospect of working with him again was too much to handle.

I gave it a lot of thinking before deciding to decline the record deal. It was a tough call, but I had to make the right choice for her and her beliefs.

I anticipated Braxton's wrath after he found out I had turned down the offer.

That's what I suspected. He called me right after I declined the offer and demanded to know why.

Ms. Vena, you're making a mistake," he continued, his voice pouring with venom.

You are ruining your potential music career.

"I can't work with you, Artemesia," I told her sternly.

I don't want our relationship to be obligated in any manner. Forgive me for saying this, but I have to look out for number one.

He argued with her, but Lila held her ground. Although she anticipated some fallout from her decision, she felt confident that it was the best option available.

I persisted in focusing on her music, performing at local venues and sharing her songs online. Despite the challenges, she was happy since she was following her true calling with no restrictions.

My spirit was set free as I watched her perform on stage. She had made her mind up and was set on achieving her goals in her own way.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, allowing the music to carry me away. Having the chance to sing in front of a live audience was a dream come true for me.

I looked up and saw Braxton in the crowd as I started singing. Earlier, when I was trying to concentrate on my performance, I had seen him but tried to block him out. But today, when I sang a duet with Servo, I couldn't ignore Braxton's glare.

As he watched me and her duet partner perform, his jaw clinched firmly in apparent anger. Even though I knew Braxton was jealous, I think she secretly took comfort in the fact that he still cared about her.

I finished the song and went off the stage, satisfied with my performance. Walking through the crowd, she saw Braxton standing apart from everyone else, arms folded.

"Hey," I greeted him warily as I got closer.

Braxton said, "Hey," sounding distant and icy.

I could sense the tension between them, and she seemed to anticipate the awkwardness. But knowing that Braxton was envious gave her a certain satisfaction.

When he eventually said, with a bit more warmth in his voice, "You looked great up there," his tone had hardened.

It was with an odd assortment of feelings that I said, "Thanks," but I meant it. She appreciated his comment, but she was still bitter about the way he'd treated her in the past.

"I didn't know you had such a great voice," he replied, narrowing his gaze slightly. "Who was the other guy that you were singing with?"

To cover up her grin, I shrugged. "It's just a buddy from band."

He was silent for a while, and I could sense that his attention was on her. She was smug in her knowledge that his jealousy had not subsided.

I uttered the words, "Listen," in frustration. I'm sorry our relationship didn't work out, but I really do hope we can remain friendly. I'd rather not have any awkward moments between us.

His demeanor was still tight, but he nodded. Yep, no problem. Friends."

To answer him, "Don't file the case and we will be."