february 9 in twenty-seven

I met my mother for lunch. And I didn't meet her alone.

So now she knows. And I haven't heard from her about it so I don't know how badly she's taking it, but my guess is that it isn't great. But I had to tell her eventually. Better she finds out from me and not someone else.

I don't know why it bothers me so much. We don't even have a relationship with each other to lose.