It’s a weird feeling to know that your mother is lying. I didn’t think she was capable of it. They kept insisting that I was wrong. Eventually, I found myself agreeing with her, even though it contradicted what was right in front of me. I didn’t see what I saw, or hear what I heard, because she told me differently. And I had to believe her. She was my mother, after all. I trusted her more than myself. So I relented and accepted that they weren’t in the shower together. I must have been mistaken.
