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The first time I saw him near our house, I thought it was coincidence. He stood by the mailbox, grin wide, hands in the pockets of a jacket that had somehow always looked better when he wore it. My mother, Yuna, waved like she knew him. My stomach dropped. That same grin had been used on me a thousand times in hallways and classrooms; seeing it aimed at her felt obscene, like watching a favorite book defaced. my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna new
That night I stayed up and decided something I should have done months ago: truth without polish. I laid out every message, every encounter, every small manipulation. She listened the whole time, her face folding and then resolving itself the way iron does when held to a flame. We didn’t yell. We didn’t pretend. We planned. — End The first time I saw him
When Mom asked what was wrong, when she asked why the neighborhood seemed colder, I wanted to tell her everything at once—the texts, the staged sightings, the way people looked at us differently. Instead I gave her rehearsed answers, because honesty felt like handing her a jar of bees. I thought I was protecting her. In the end, my silence felt like complicity. My stomach dropped
The breaking point came when a letter arrived, addressed to my mother, unsigned and heavy with accusation. It was cruelly written, clever enough to sting: hints of neglect, allusions to poor choices. I watched as she read it at the kitchen table, her knuckles whitening around the paper. For the first time in my life, I saw fear in her eyes that wasn’t for me but of me. It was like watching a mirror crack.
The aftermath taught me something quiet and fierce: protecting someone you love doesn’t always mean shielding them from the truth. Sometimes it means bringing the truth to them, even when it’s ugly. Yuna’s hands are steady now; when she meets my eyes, there’s less worry and more strategy. We don’t let people speak about us behind our backs without asking for names. We are rust-proofing our lives in small, stubborn ways.
My Bully Tries to Corrupt My Mother — Yuna (New)