To make things worse, Madeline suddenly turned everyone's attention from her first child to me. It wasn't because she wanted to fix things between us, no, she just wanted to embarrass me.
"I know some of you already heard about the little 'incident' I caused back in high school," Madeline said. "But truly… it wasn't like I wanted to do it."
She frowned and put on this pitiful expression, acting like she had been the one bullied. "I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, and sometimes when I'm stressed, I lose control. I know what I did was horrible, but it was also because of my father."
I clenched my teeth, trying very hard not to throw a plate at her face.
However, it was hard—really hard—because Madeline kept using her fake "mental illness" excuse to convince everyone she wasn't guilty.
