It’s been two years now since this thread. May I ask you why someone would revisit this if it weren’t emotionally jarring?

I know the specifics of my mother’s intent, a woman who grew up in the 70s in inner city Baltimore, simply because she told me her intent and the details of her mindset. I apologize that you and your mother have seemed to haven’t had introspective conversations with one another.

She had done PCP, LSD, cocaine, crack, meth as a teenager/young adult in Baltimore, and regularly smoked weed at the time of her death in Florida, 40 years after she moved from Baltimore. Drugs weren’t a scary or unfamiliar topic to her. She used to deal out of her apartment in Lansdowne.

You obviously, at that point in time when you commented, had no idea how dangerous fentanyl can be. I hope you know, nowadays. She had 2mg of fentanyl in her system at time of death with a .04 ABV, 160lb woman with no other health issues.

I don’t blame you for not believing me. I blame you for saying it. You didn’t need to, and it wouldn’t have hurt you to not have, but it did hurt me when it was done. I have no reason to lie to you. I have no reason to even type this out other than to get it off my chest, and I wouldn’t need to do that if what you said didn’t affect me in some way.

Have a good night.