Grandfather

Bridges scoffed. “She divorced me, not the other way around.” He folded his hands on his chest and tried to prove his point to his mother.

But his mother wouldn't accept it. “Yes, she divorced you because you couldn't hold her down,”

Flora, his mother wouldn't have it as an excuse. “Do you know how many times I told your father I'd leave him, but he's the one who left first, before me. He could hold me down, but you couldn't hold your son's mother down.”

Bridges just sighed and gave up. He knew there was no point in arguing with his mother. “Mother, can we just please stop fighting?” he asked, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. “I don't want to argue with you.”

But his mother wasn't done yet. “We will stop fighting when you finally accept the truth,” she said.

Bridges replied, “Fine. I accept it. I can't change history now, can I?”

His mother just looked at him, unable to counter his statement. In his thoughts, Bridges reflected on how this conversation about his divorce had been