In these past few months I started keeping a lot from my mother. Phone calls became very short and quiet.

She has a very low freak out point.

Today I made the mistake of telling her about a mushroom grow kit I was gifted.

Now it’s all about dying of a painful death due to mushroom poisoning.

(No shit I have constant anxiety attacks for pretty much everything now that I’m in my 40s)

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