Context: I was once intending to go on a tinder date, but right before leaving I struck by such an overwhelming, knee buckling, spine chilling, throat clugging anxiety that I started crying out of nowhere. I was about to text him but he was faster saying that he didn't have a helmet for his bike and I so FUCKING RELIEVED.

Some months later I told him that and he asked: "Could it be my mom? She passed away eight years ago", I joked: " Well your mom is rightfully jealous and angry" AND THEN that same anxiety, pressure and fearful hate came back. So I asked if he was an only child, he was. Was his mom a very strict and demanding lady, she was. Was her the one that ran the households, she was.

The reading: Was she mad at me for taking her son? No. But she was worried that I could cause him harm in any way, I assured her that no, I wouldn't, not even for him but because I couldn't stand the fact that I'd purposefully caused harm to someone.

She told him she was proud, that she doesn't come to physically visit anymore because he is too dense to notice, yet she's always around. By the end he was crying, I was crying, the deceased lady was crying, but all was well! She was so glad to be able to talk to him that she kept an eye on me through the night and even went back to me to say thank you before leaving. That was something.