Apparently, she found some clothes I left while I was house sitting there a month or so ago. Today, she asked me about them, so I told her.
Despite my mixed feelings, I think it’s better this way. One less thing to hide, and I have enough support from friends, if needed.
The explanation of my dressing seemed to satisfy her and her follow up questions weren’t that bad (do I know other people who do it, that sort of thing), but I’m bracing for the big argument against my dressing, which is probably being formulated in her mind as I’m typing this.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother; it’s just that she’s not the most supportive person in the world and her constant worrying about everything has tended to put a damper on everything I’ve loved. Well, not this. I held it back too long. I love dressing and no one’s taking it away from me.
I guess this’ll be an interesting year...