“Do you have to be getting an A-plus in life for her to love you?” “I don’t know. I’ve never not gotten an A-plus in life,” she said honestly. “Until now.” “Until me.” No. She couldn’t have Bash thinking that tonight’s blowup was his fault. This was about her and her mom, and years of a codependent relationship that functioned beautifully when Audre was at her mom’s service but imploded when she went her own way.
