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Mandy,
That's another thing. My daughter and I were very close, and as she was becoming a young woman, she was comfortable telling me certain stories I really didn't want to hear. I finally just started laughing and told her, "Honey, I love you, and I'm glad you're spreading your wings, but I am your mother and really can't know about (you can fill in the rest)." I told her she would understand when she had her own children and to just take my word for it.
If a bit of denial and delusion helps get us through the day, then go for it.
If my own mother had any idea about what I really did, I wouldn't be here typing!
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