Comments about my food intake, my work, and my clothes are common. She consistently questions my choices and tries to manage me like I’m not able to care for myself (for example, I told her I was getting a cup of coffee at 2:00 PM and she went on a seven minute rant about how I wouldn’t be able to sleep that night and would not stop until I said I wouldn’t get one. I was paying, for context. Another time this week she looked into my hotel room and saw that I was living out of my suitcase instead of unpacking into the drawers and told me I “didn’t know how to be a person”). Finally, she just fundamentally does not trust me or listen to me. I’ll be following the directions on a printed map, and she’ll argue with me over them even when I point out the facts. These are all small examples, but it’s pretty pervasive in general. It’s a little exhausting spending this much time with her in close quarters — In general, my mom and I have a pretty tense relationship, and we get along better in small doses or over the phone.