I took a deep breath and calmed down. I really didn't want to hurt her feelings when I was trying to be supportive.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. It's just. Tara has clinical depression. She didn't tell anyone. And she has a lot of friends who love her, who would help her, not just me. Last year, she came pretty close to...uh...fuck."
I couldn't even talk about what could have happened. I felt Mom's small hand brush away the tear on my cheek.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"It's fine, i didn't tell anyone. But I'm eighteen, and your son, and I love you. And there is no way you could be a burden to me. Ever. If anything happened to you...I'd...I don't know," I drove in silence for a while. It wasn't angry or sad. I felt like I had really understood Mom and she understood me. W
