His name was Mark, as if he'd been marked by fate, to have things never quite go his way. His father had left him and his mum at a young age to be with another family, leaving him a mark of rejection, of feeling he was not good enough. His mum, who was too self-absorbed to even care about her kids wants, lived a bitter life. She had reasons to be, at least that’s what she told herself. She was mad at the world and herself for always choosing men who left her heart in pieces.
