By the end of this conversation, they should both be feeling a bit better.
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"So I was born on a farm and lived there till I was 8 years old. I had a miniature pony, named Gabby. When my father died, my mom sold the farm and we moved to the city so my mom could finally pursue her dream job, my father held her back from."
"Aw I bet Gabby is missed?"
"Of course, she's happier though where she is now, back with her brothers and sisters."
"Aw, that's bittersweet."
"Ya, I was home-schooled though, for all of my childhood. I had a few friends but no one I really connected with, not like I connected with Gabby."
"I'm sorry to hear that hun." Joey said, patting her on the back.
"My mom and I had a rocky relationship. She was feeling dread for not making more children and I felt dread for acting out in my teen years. My mother then grew abusive and neglectful of me till I turned 17 when I moved out to live with my aunt. My mother turned to drugs and stopped returning my calls and I moved on to meet my late husband."
"Did she approve of him? Or did she not know?"
"Oh she knew, my aunt told her. She loved him, a little too fucking much, she would deny any claims I had against him, any of his abuse or his infidelities. My mom painted me insane, yet she didn't know the difference between her drugs and a fucking Tylenol...so was I really the insane one?"
"What happened then?"
"When I killed him, she wrote to me one last time but not to say sorry for all she did but to say I deserved to be here. Which I'm not sure I believe BUT I'm not exactly unhappy here anymore either."
"Besides your worries with Hayden."
Carla rolled her eyes, "oh ya besides that."
"So how about we talk about something a bit happier; let's talk more about you and less about those who brought you down. I know you aren't your downfalls, you aren't the ones who have hurt you."
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