A Mother’s Spite

“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.

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This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.