Chapter 254

“No, actually I’m currently looking toward a new career. One more fulfilling in which I can help children who have been abused; like I was.” I lift my chin proudly, meeting her eye ready to take on her response in a non-emotional way. I am at peace with how I am going to handle this.

Her eyes glaze over, and her eyebrow rises as she sighs, acting as though ‘little girl Emma’ is at it again, being over-dramatic, making herself out to be the poor defenseless, innocent child.

She is no mother of mine. I can see it now. I’ll never call her my mom again; she’s never been deserving of the title. In the short time Sylvana has known me she’s been more of a mom to me than Jocelyn ever was.

She’s pondering over how to respond, no doubt bringing memories of our last meeting fresh to her mind, afraid that raging and violent Emma may strop out again. That tiny trigger of annoyance builds higher at her silent pause.

Hold your temper, Emma, she’s not worth this. I swallow it down; just say the words and get it over and done with.

“Oh,” she finally says, sounding disinterested, no reaction to what I said as though she’s already internally decided to dismiss it.

I used to stupidly think my achievements would make her proud, that if I did something worthwhile with my life somehow, she’d love me. I ran to New York to be free of her, but I spent years allowing her in, still trying to please her from afar. Excelling in my work and trying to show her I was worthy. I did expect some sort of reaction about my chosen path or why, but I’m wrong. So very wrong. It’s not me who has to prove my worth anymore, it’s her, and honestly … She’s not worthy of my love and affection or my time.

“We’re having a baby.” I state flatly, not expecting the same type of response that Jake and I received from Sylvana. “You’re going to be a grandmother.” I add rather pointedly, to make a statement; to get everything out that I want her to know. I’ve lost all will for being here since this is going exactly how I should’ve known it would. She is too emotionally exhausting, and I don’t need to stay and take it anymore.

A wave of love sweeps over me when I say it out loud, noticing the way my smile comes out despite my irritation at her. It spreads across my face without any help from me; tadpole bringing me a sense of serenity from within. My hand instantly moves to cover my stomach gently, feeling its presence here with me gives me so much more strength. I focus on this tiny joy of my life and gain strength I need to finish this, letting it flood through me.

“I see.” She glances at me and then back at her desk and my smile fades.

Has she never felt the love for me that I now have for Tadpole?

Is it something she’s ever possessed for me?

“Is that all you have to say to me?” I ask dejectedly, suddenly tired, the anger that was bubbling seems to have given up on me and I find myself sighing instead. I can’t do this with her anymore. I don’t have the emotional energy to keep going through this scenario, repeatedly.

How many times have I built myself up for something, anything from her and always come face-to-face with this reality? This deflating reality … This nothingness.

“Well, a baby isn’t something I ever thought you wanted. You’ve never been very maternal or shown any interest in children. It’s no picnic being a mother, Emma, I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for.” Her tone, one of seriousness, edged with ice. I blink at her in dumbfounded silence, my heart aching, “Is it because of the baby that he proposed?” She asks as an afterthought with a smug expression.

“You never wanted me did you, Jocelyn?” I blurt out, more as a realization than an accusation and she at least has the decency to let her composure falter, especially at my use of her first name. I don’t feel anything about it now that I see it, not a single drop of pain over the fact that she never wanted motherhood or the clinging arms of a child. All those years of keeping me at arms-length, no affection, no warmth, and no protection, all coming together in clear clarity at last.

“I didn’t not want you, Emma, I just didn’t plan on ever having a baby. I just wasn’t suited for motherhood, but I made the most of it.” There’s no apology in her tone at all, no trying to soothe my feelings or deliver an answer in a gentle way, but there never has been. She looks down at her desk moving a couple of files, avoiding my gaze.

There are so many things I could say, so many accusations I could throw at her, but they evade me. Instead there’s nothing but pity and a little sadness, all the fight and will to somehow make her see the way she’s scarred my life is gone. I have nothing, no inner need to do this and no fight left to push this anymore. I realize, with a vague sadness, that I don’t care anymore.

I sigh and sit up, looking at her fully, willing eye contact.

“You’re broken, Jocelyn. There’s something inside of you that doesn’t work and maybe never did. I’m sure there’s a reason that you’re built this way; a reason to why you’re drawn to men that hurt you. Maybe some of your past is so bad, like mine, you’ll never be able to tell me or maybe you don’t have the capability to be a mother of any kind … But I’m done.” I shake my head sadly, aware that she isn’t responding to me in any way.

I stand slowly, my heart aching but no longer ripping in two, a pain that is bearable and will fade in time. She watches me with her large wide eyes and says nothing, no emotion, no protest; just looks at me … emptily. The same way she always used to, yet this time it doesn’t feel the same way.

“You’re not capable of being what I need, and I’ve spent enough of my life trying to get you to just love me. That’s not a child’s job … That should’ve never been my burden. Maybe you do love me, in your own way, but it’s not enough. I want my child to know love the way it’s supposed to be, and I could never inflict your sort of indifference, and inability to nurture, on my baby.” I move my chair back gathering my composure. “I’m walking away Jocelyn. I’m saying goodbye to the pain that you’ve always inflicted on my heart and the way you always made me feel like everything bad that happened in my life was my fault. Jake showed me how wrong that was.” I give her a moment to do or say anything, but I already know it won’t happen. She is sitting still and straight with that icy wall up and a blank expression on her face.

“I love you, you’ll always be in my heart, but I don’t need or want you in my life anymore. I want this between us to end right here. So, if you have anything to say to me then, do it now.” I feel braver, my trembling hands and the aching pain inside of me are a sign that I care, that I always cared, and I can accept that. Because I do know how to love, and nurture and protect, and I’m never going to let myself be ashamed of knowing how. I am worthy of having a heart and giving a piece of it to those I love, but she doesn’t deserve my love anymore. She doesn’t deserve me in her life and the fact she hasn’t asked about my wedding or even congratulated me on the baby says it all. I was never her focus in life, never any part of her world where it mattered.

“I hope you’ll be very happy in your new life.” Her emotionless cold words seal her fate. Even if she knew any kind of warmth, she would’ve never allowed herself to show it. No emotion, no tears, and no attempt to try to change my mind. Her and my father are alike in so many ways, they used what they could from me until I was of no value anymore and then left me to find my way on my own; at least he’d been more honest about it.

I was always the one to care for her, protect her and love her unconditionally; even before I was old enough to understand what she was taking from me. I gave my childhood away to please a woman who gave me nothing in return.

“I know I will be … I’m sorry.” I turn to leave before I cry, because I know I’m going to and that’s okay too. I’ll grieve for a mother I never had; and I’ll make a space in my heart for a mother already working her way around it, accepting the woman I am without any expectations. Mamma Carrero will give me what I’ve always yearned for and I’ll give her a grandchild that I know she will smother in real love. The only one losing anything is Jocelyn Anderson and she doesn’t even care.

“I hope you find happiness, Mom. I hope you find your Jake because God knows you need him, just as much as I did. Everything that happened, everything I endured, none of it was my fault. I know it, without a shadow of a doubt, but I don’t need you to acknowledge it anymore, because I see it for myself and I accept it. I own my past because it brought me here to him…. I forgive you.” I smile sadly, the wave of tears rolling down my cheeks.

She swallows hard, a tiny break in her wall, a flicker of something as she watches me, but it’s only a small drop of raw emotion in an ocean full of false affection. It’s the only reaction I’ll ever see. But it’s not enough and it’s far beyond too late now.

“Goodbye.” I whisper, letting the tears fall, letting it hurt because this is what I need to do to let her go. I turn and leave and don’t look back. I don’t stop and I don’t feel regret. And she doesn’t stop me.

My heart aches and I know I’ll probably grieve for her at some point, maybe sooner than later but I need to do this for me, for my own happiness and my future with Jake. I need to do this for a child who will look to me to learn what love really is and I am doing this to make sure they’ll never know anything but real devotion, and a real mother who would die for them. A family who will shelter and protect them every step of the way.

I’m lighter, walking down the stairs to the main hall, like a part of me has sprung wings and flown away. I feel like I’ve let something go, despite the tears streaming down my face and the ache in my heart.

Claire raises her head, acknowledging my return to the foyer at the bottom of the stairs, with a confused look at my emotional demeanor.

“Hi again, Emma,” Claire blanches, concern etched on her face. There’s no reason to explain anything to her, she wouldn’t understand it anyway. I’m not the only one my mother puts false walls up against; pretending everything is okay when really it isn’t. I look at her and smile weakly.

“Pregnancy hormones” I reply with a light smile, gently grazing the top of my small bump, highlighted by the sundress I decided to wear today. Claire’s face suddenly beams with happiness.

“Oh! Congratulations Emma!!” She swivels off her chair around her desk and comes to give me a small hug; I reciprocate. She’s not my mother and having little tadpole seems to soften my heart long enough to let Claire embrace me.

“I thought there was a certain look about you!” She smiles, pulling out of the hug to look at me. “You look absolutely radiant. Motherhood obviously agrees with you already.” I can’t help but smile. She has more joy for my announcement than my own blood.

“Thank you, Claire.” She goes to sit back down but turns to face me as I head toward the door and my freedom from this place and my mother.

“We’ll see you soon then, Emma!” She calls out. I gaze back at her blankly, not daring to correct her assumption, and wave.

“Goodbye, Claire.” I smile faintly.