I’ve been trying to ease her into certain things, but she doesn’t remember me running the 2000 election, nor does she seem to think I had any experience for my first job.
We needn’t talk about fisting here, but it’s crucial to the past 17 years of my life, to my detriment.
We were at dinner tonight … nice place, great Caesar dressing, and it became apparent that she, at 79, doesn’t at all remember why the fuck I didn’t just get into journalism but accepted it as my life.
She seems to now think it’s random that I worked at the paper, sted “Holy fuck, I didn’t know what love was.”
I’ve got a couple of things prepared for our drive tomorrow, but she seems oblivious to what made me who I am.
There is a lot to unpack here but you ran the 2000 election? For what country and in what way?
This post reads like a Markov chain
Um… Why would you talk about fisting?
for some reason people post very weird stuff here. it’s why i subscribed
Its hard to tell you something, given the brief thoughts of yours. Remember: It’s your life. You don’t have to justify your choices - even if your mom thinks you had chosen badly. Being in your position, I would start asking questions instead of trying to prepare conversation scenarios that will likely not turn out in the way you’ve planned. And then listen, pose follow up questions and listen more/argue about the statements.
I hope that relieves your stress a bit. Have a great day!
