I'm really not worried about telling her that I'm going to get married, when the time comes. I'm nearly 30, and getting married is a nice, 'normal' thing to do. Not to mention the fact that, all things remaining equal, it'll get rid of that nagging horror leftover from when I told her I was bi-curious.
As for the smoking, she knows -- oh, boy, does she. You know the kind of ex-smoker who turns really evangelical on the subject of quitting? That would be Mum. However, she hates seeing me smoke (my grandmother was a two-pack-a-day smoker and wound up with emphysema and chronic bronchitis, and spent the last year or so of her life on canned oxygen despite giving up) so I don't light up in front of her out of respect.
There's really nothing left to soften the blow, unfortunately. I'm just going to have to take it as it comes, and hope that the amnesty created by the unspoken "we will not have arguments about the way I live my life or I'm just going to cut you out of it again" deal we had when we renewed contact keeps things from getting ugly.
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As for the smoking, she knows -- oh, boy, does she. You know the kind of ex-smoker who turns really evangelical on the subject of quitting? That would be Mum. However, she hates seeing me smoke (my grandmother was a two-pack-a-day smoker and wound up with emphysema and chronic bronchitis, and spent the last year or so of her life on canned oxygen despite giving up) so I don't light up in front of her out of respect.
There's really nothing left to soften the blow, unfortunately. I'm just going to have to take it as it comes, and hope that the amnesty created by the unspoken "we will not have arguments about the way I live my life or I'm just going to cut you out of it again" deal we had when we renewed contact keeps things from getting ugly.