There’s a song from a boys band I listened to a lot when I was in college, a tribute to moms everywhere. Once in a while, it’ll play in my head on repeat until I listen to it. For a long time, I thought my mom was perfect. I mean, don’t we all at some point?
Because that too happens at some point, the moment we realize our mother is flawed.
Did you ever ask yourself if you’d do better than your mom if you’d had kids? That your discipline would be different? That you’d raise your children in a different way? That you’d be more open and understanding?
I thought I would. But I didn’t have kids, nor will I have any, but that’s another story.
Through primary and high school, my homemaker mom had to raise my brothers and me on a single salary that wasn’t always stable due to my stepfather’s job―construction workers had it hard in the 80s and early 90s. Let’s face it, we were poor; I only realized that as an adult.
Because she did her best, so we’d never know it. Our lunches were never empty even if they were odd sometimes. We had clothes on our backs, a roof over our heads. We even had pets. My mother was the best to me back then, even if I felt she was too strict with me. Thing is, my friends were a little more...developed than I was, as in they were experiencing with boys and drugs and I just wasn’t there in my life. I felt that my curfew was restrictive but was too respectful to break it.
The summer I turned 13, my mother sent me to live with my father. Like all children, by law, I could choose where I wanted to live by the age of 12 but that choice was taken from me following a sudden decision―or so I thought. I only found out when I was an adult the real reason why and that reason was one of protection; protect me from an upcoming situation she didn’t want me to be a part of or suffer through.
Because that’s what mothers do. They protect you.
After that revelation, we grew closer. I’d call her three or four times a week, we’d spend hours on the phone.
Then the shit hit the fan, pardon the expression. I got sick, enough to be scared for my life. And I felt so alone with my parents living hundreds of miles away. I was mad at them for not helping, but even more at my mother and I can’t even tell you why because I don’t know. I stopped calling, communicating even. I felt hurt that she didn’t protect me. But, how could she? She doesn’t have magic powers.
We made it back to our old ways slowly, only to have it crash back down about a year later when she bluntly asked me if I was dating my female best friend because she and I are super close―as in cuddling on the couch. The way Mom asked me insulted me, not because she wondered if I was gay but because she thought I’d made such an important life change without telling her. I was mad for a long time and didn’t tell her. I still haven’t told her, and it’s been four years. I carried it for a long time but finally let it go. I don’t care anymore because I know she’d accept it and move on if I did come out to her, regardless of my lifestyle choice. How many moms do that? Not all of them, trust me.
See? Moms have flaws. But remember that they were young girls once. Maybe they went through rough patches with their mothers too. They’re not perfect. But I’ll be damned if she wasn’t supportive. Trust me when I say that my mom is the perfect fan.
Jack Whitcomb never expected to return to Hillside House, but a death in the family calls him home.
As soon as he steps foot in the house that never really felt like a home, he is embroiled in a game of cat and mouse with his unstable sister, Olivia.
Years have gone by since they’ve seen each other but Jack senses something is wrong, His sister is evasive and so is the real story behind their parents' death. What secrets is she hiding?
About CM Peters
CM Peters would like to be ageless but hasn’t found the fountain of youth just yet. She works in the communications field but her true passion is writing. She hails from Québec and has been back at writing regularly after a long break since college. An eclectic writer, CM is equally at home penning short erotica, quality fanfiction, and elaborate sci-fi and fantasy novels. Whatever genre she is working in, CM always centers her stories around complex, relatable characters. At the moment, she's hard at work on a new novel while preparing another for publication. She’s been published in erotica and romance anthologies, a collaborative book with Gallery Books, and co-edited a few anthologies, one coming in 2019. If she's not furiously typing, you'll surely find her with her eyes staring at the chocolate-brown beam in her living room to organize her next outline before putting it down on paper.