I Was My Mother's Secret Experiment

Summary

My mother is a parenting expert.

Growing up, she told me my father was dead, taken by a car crash before I could even walk.

"Megan," she’d whisper, clutching my shoulders too tightly, "you're all I have left. You have to make me proud."

And I believed her. For eighteen years, I believed every word.

She was ruthless. Nothing I did ever measured up.

I used to think she was just pushing me to succeed. I used to think she just didn’t know how to show love. I used to think being a single mother was hard, and that it was my job to carry her burden.

So I kept quiet.