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I made the mistake of calling my mum for her birthday today. Not wise.
After some greetings and such, I mentioned my hope of finishing in time to graduate in June, etc. Her response: "And then you'll have to worry about where to find a job."
Yes, mum, because a mother scraping to support herself and her child by herself might accidentally forget the crushing, desperate weight of her responsibility. Wouldn't that be a shame.
So, now, I feel the creeping sense of dread and depression that comes with such thoughts encroaching on the edges of my spirit again. With it comes the defeatism that nags, "Why bother finishing at all? We all know it's not going to be worth anything."
She felt badly afterwards, but the depression lingers.
With mothers being the way they are, who needs enemies?
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