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That was rich, coming from herself. She knows that, but it was too late to take back what she said. Their conversation replayed over and over in her head as she laid back in her seat.
"You can't go back for him, Rose. This is your home now. With me, your dad, Tony-"
"yeah, he's not my dad," Rose had cut Jackie off, "and I'm not going back for him. I'm going because I don't want to be here. We don't belong here. But you. I really don't know how you can just marry and pop out a baby for an idiot with my dad's face. Oh wait. Because he's bloody rich and you can't tell a man apart! Well that's just too bad mum, cause It's a screwed up relationship. But don't mind me. I don't control your life, just like you don't control mine" she ended harshly. She vanished upstairs before she could see her mother's tears spill.
