The mother lode
I hung up on my mother before she could hang up on me on Friday. I just can’t take the daily dose of depression, drama and doom. Seriously. Every call leads back to misery. So I told her I was having a hard time listening to this every day and this vexed her. I had kept the whole turmoil of the birthgiver’s misgivings on Monday from her but I felt comfortable telling her since Friday…