“To my eldest son, Jett. I bequeath nothing. And he knows the reason why.”
I couldn’t believe it. My mother had followed through with her threat to disinherit me if I didn’t end my relationship with Evangeline, my African-American girlfriend.
I was hurt, angry but more determined than ever to follow my heart. I wasn’t going to let my mother’s narrow-mindedness, bigotry and spitefulness prevent me from marrying the woman I loved.
I got up and left. A week later, Evangeline and I are honeymooning.
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.