My mom made me laugh this morning though… in the past couple weeks I’ve asked her some probing, difficult questions, including but not limited to “did we really run away from dad once?”, “was I a tyrant as a child “and is it POSSIBLE that someone other than my dad who raised me is my dad?” I know grasping at straws here. Today she texted me and asked me “Whats the question of the day thats been cluttering your mind?” I appreciate that she’s willing to entertain my thoughts and obsessions. I’m seeing a side of her that I never have, and I appreciate it.But I’m still sad today. And everything is loud. I just want to crawl back in bed and hide under the covers….