So inevitably my mom is getting a blanket out and says, holding them up, “What are these?” In an incredulous but confused voice. Like, something doesn’t compute. I’m not even sure she knew what they were, since I have left fabric around at times, and she was looking at them from the top down.
I was right there and grabbed them saying, “Oh, not sure, I’ll just take them”.
And that was that.
So, I’ve been worried for a while that she has known but not know why - one time she asked me why I got a few packages from thredup (she was curious and looked them up because they ship stuff in funky packages) which doesn’t carry mens clothes. It doesn’t help that I had left a receipt on the table one time which had a single line item for a skirt. That she said, “Is this yours?!?” At the time I mumbled something which wasn’t quite a lie, but not exactly the truth either.
I feel really terrible because I’m sure she suspects something is odd about her son, and probably fears the worst (ie, whatever mothers fear in these situations, I’m pretty confident what her fears would be). I’m just not prepared to rip the bandaid off, so to speak, especially if I’m reading the situation wrong. But I also don’t want her to keep having to carry some psychological burden either.
Arggggg. And no, I’m not upset, ashamed, or mad at meyself. I kinda feel like some of this is unconsciously deliberate.