I’ve been suffering from a cold the past few days, and I’m not sure if it’s coronavirus. My mom immediately assumed it was the virus and didn’t hesitate to tell it to my face on two different occasions. At the very least she offered to catch up on any online college meetings I’d be missing…but she kept yelling into my room for the Zoom password, and harshly blaming me for not being able to remember. I need to rest to get better, but now I have a pretty bad headache in addition to the dread and anticipation of death.
I always try to tell myself that my mom has the best intentions for me, but I honestly don’t know anymore.
