Words in a book, entry two

I need to get this down, get it out. I’m not mad, but I am hurt. I offered a roof over his head, I thought he would tell her about it and they could both use it when in Bree, but things got confusing fast. Somehow it ended up with me being called mumma, and taking the kid in on my own. What was I thinking? I’m a sword for hire, not some nurse maid. When he ran away for, I don’t know how many times that made it, I was relieved to find him with her. He had called her mumma long before me. She can take care of him better than I can. Guess all I could say was take care of him and go. It was and still is HIS choice. I’m not so low as to force him to live with me, or pick me over her. Enough of this writing, I’ve someone that actually wants me in their life here and I much rather spend time with him than feeling low because some kid no longer wanted to be around me.