Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen's POV: 

Early in the morning on the weekend, George drove me to the hospital to pick up my mother.I spoke with the doctor to see if I could take her home for recuperation.

The doctor thought it wasn't a good idea to discharge my mother from the hospital at this time.

Although my mother had almost recovered, I still couldn't take her care lightly..

With the kind of mental disease that she had, she could relapse at any moment.So I decided to just pick her up and take her home on weekends as we had planned before.

On the way home, my mother and I sat in the backseat while George drove.My mom kept looking at George and then at me, seemingly lost in thought.I hadn't figured out how to define the relationship that existed between me and George.I had once made my mind to break up with him, but because of my mental condition, he appeared again in my life, and I grew dependent on him.

It was hard for me to say what George and I were to each other.

We were clearly way past being just friends, but at the same time, we were not lovers.

In my opinion, we were not quite there yet.My mother was being much calmer than I had anticipated.She was very quiet the entire trip.She didn’t ask any questions or make any comments.

When we were about to reach our destination, my mother suddenly whispered in my ear, “Are Libby and Jane causing trouble for you?" 

"No.”

Jane went abroad.

Libby went to Philly to visit her family." I knew my mother was worried, so Ianswered honestly.

“Okay,” my mother said.

After that, she didn’t ask anything more.

Soon, George pulled over in front of the apartment building.I didn't invite him in because my mother was with me.

"Thank you so much for today." 

After saying that, I took my mother’s hand and led her to my place.

George didn't follow me, but my mother repeatedly looked back at him.

When we entered the elevator, George was still standing there.My mother smiled at him.

George returned her smile and nodded politely to her.

shut, my mother turned to me and

was my friend from high school.We met again at work last

place, my mother asked, "Client? Is he the one Jane likes? Jane and Libby came to the hospital

help

power of observation to her mental illness.It was like she wasn’t

all that together,

us home.A guy who doesn't like you won't do any of those things.Will an ordinary high school friend accompany you to a psychiatric hospital? Can he take good care of me without losing his patience?"

My mother gently stroked my hair and explained in a soft voice, “I have

time, we hadn't seen each other

last time I saw them was when they took your father’s money and

them to never show their

they come back, they also pestered me at the hospital

in my face.At that time, I couldn't figure out their real purpose.The more I couldn't discern their objectives, the more scared I got.So I began to worry about you.What if you run into them and they bully you? The more I thought about it, the

mom finished her last sentence, I felt a lump in my

all over, Mom.Don’t think about it anymore.Besides, I’m a grown-up now.I'm no longer that girl that others used

to

was a hint of joy in my mother’s tone.Her hatred for Libby and Jane had been buried in her heart for more than a

that she could finally let it out slowly, she was very

to her the relationship

deep relationship with Jane.They studied abroad together, started their

and asked, "And what about you? Do you

him? Of course I liked him.I had liked him

my

moment had been imprinted in my mind since it happened, and I still thought about it

when I did, I still

my mother pressed, as if

I do,”

you like him, go after

you like something, just go get it without worrying about those who also like it.Don't worry about

used to ask you to give in

that time, I was stupid and selfish.I only cared about my dignity and pretended to be generous

as such by letting you make your own choices.” “I know, Mom.I won't give in to Jane again." I curled into a ball on the sofa

for a while, and then without realizing it, I fell asleep.I felt relaxed because of my mother's touch and presence.I didn’t

I woke up, I was

in from the kitchen, and from where I was sitting, I could hear my mother's

speaking? I quickly got up and went to the kitchen only to find George there,cooking while having a seemingly enjoyable conversation with my mother.He was

mother with a smile on his face, looking like a warm ray of sunshine in