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But when she asks me 5 times in an hour if I’m happy to be here and the fifth time I say, “yes, you’ve asked me that 5 times now” and she says, “oh no, I’m a horrible nag, aren’t I?” in all seriousness, and then I have to comfort her, I kind of feel like banging my head against a wall.

I haven’t visited her alone in years, and I didn’t realize it would be so...intense. She wants to know what I'm doing and if I'm happy every second. It's a lot of pressure. Share your family quirks with me and help keep me sane?


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