I cut her off. "What are you crying about? I turned out this way because you're a pushover. You insisted I take your name but couldn't give me a decent life to go with it."
"What have you even been doing all these years?"
Whatever she'd been about to say died in her throat.
Her lips trembled. "Cassie, why can't you understand? This is your father's fault..."
I rolled my eyes three times in a row.
"No, no, no. It's my fault. My fault for feeling sorry for you. My fault for taking your side. The second Dad wanted me to change my name, I should've done it even if someone held a knife to my throat."
"What good has the Sawyer name ever done me? I haven't had a single good day since I got stuck with it!"
"I could've had the same life as my brother."
I hated my mother. I hated her so much my teeth ached from clenching.
She bought my brother thousand-dollar sneakers while I had to take out loans just to stay in school. I would hate her for that until the day I died.
Every time I looked at her, I lost control.
"Crying, crying, crying. Is that all you know how to do?"
"Pathetic."
"Making twenty-five hundred a month and thinking you could raise two kids. See if my brother even gives you the time of day."