i'm battle scarred

So I was lying on the couch last night when my mom sat by me and asked,

"You're not with Bob anymore?"

I remember being on the phone with him around my mom the first time.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, a friend. Bob."

"The builder?"

"Yeah, sure."

I shook my head and tried not to look at her face, afraid I might cry if i stare into her eyes.

"Why do you say that?" I asked casually.

"Well, I don't see you on the phone with him anymore."

I shrugged.

"See, heartbreaks are hard to handle. You're too young for all of this," She continued.

"I was never with him, mom," I said truthfully.