mom

Mom: Are you rolling paper roses over there? Me: Yeah, why? Mom: It looked like you were rolling a joint. Me: I wouldn’t do that right in the living room. Besides, I suck at rolling. Mom: (almost wistfully) I used to be really good at it.

This is my life now.

I contacted the moms. I started with my mom, telling her what happened, and what my options are. Then, I finished it with “please don’t say ‘I told you so’, I already feel broken enough.” She’d never say it, as much as she may think it. Mom didn’t call.. I told her I couldn’t handle…