It was like swimming in murky water. Everything was unclear and difficult to see.
She knew that Matthew would never lie about her mother but about what she saw. And all those deep resentment that were planted in her chest. All those times she rejected and denied her mother's affection because she felt dirty.
With how she battled with those shame and guilt that weren't hers growing up just because she was the one who saw it.
And how much she had to fight an invisible and continuing fight to maintain a facade of loving mother and daughter for everyone to see.
How she pretended to feel loved by her mother's suffocating and deceitful affection while longing to be loved.
How she turned to her father for love.
"All of it was lies?" She asked, chilled with shock.
"You were young and your truth was twisted to hide the lies of others."
She closed her eyes tightly and tried to repeat the meaning of Matthew's words.
