I have to say I'm not equally touched. This is my mother. She's just dreamy on altruism and riding with the media.
She won't listen to me. I threatened to come with her and she said of course you will.
What choice do I have?
My life is a constant rollercoaster, one crisis after another.
The solution to all this might just be me popping out a bub and giving it to her. If I got pregnant there's no way she'd go. I know her. I'd be someone in need of care as opposed to Joan of Arc in her eyes if I had a bun in the oven.