It's not good for Her, either. She knows. I can tell She knows. But She won't listen to me. The same way I would never listen to Mary, when She would tell me how She was worried about me. I thought it was jealousy. My Mother thinks that, too. The apple really didn't fall far from the tree. Apples are thought by many to be the forbidden fruit. I wonder if there's something there.

I think me and my Mother have both become more comfortable living in rot than living in truth.