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November 4th
November 4th I called my mother last night. It didn’t go well. After that very promising email she’d sent me, I naively believed we could dish like girlfriends. That was a grave error of judgement on my part. I wrote her back, giving her more information. That was... when? Last Tuesday, was it? Today is Monday. It was definitely early last week that I wrote her. I gave her tons of information, too. Grave, grave error of judgement. I never thought she’d weaponize the truth against me, but that’s exactly what she did. Something was obviously amiss. She hadn’t responded to my informational email. I sent her pictures of the little mason jar lanterns we made for Halloween. She didn’t respond to that one either. But I knew she was around and accessing email, because she forwarde
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