It’s rare to get a second post for the night, but I just got a phone call from my mom.
She was in tears.
She said, “Oh my God, Katie, this book is going to change lives.”
Holy shit.
She started going on about how it speaks to her and how she was learning to process and recognize her own trauma, and she is giving it to people to read.
She said how proud she was of me. This is weird—there was a time when I was a kid and she left us in the car to go get cigarettes, and we released the brake on the car and my sister and I almost died drifting onto a highway. Anyways, she said, “This book is the reason you didn’t die that day.” She told me this was my purpose in life.
I don’t know what to say. I mean, it’s supposed to be for prosecutors. She was just so emotional and proud of me.
She said she waited to call me until she was sober so she could talk to me, because it was that important. My mom ever being sober is a feat in and of itself.
She said she wanted to make sure I knew she was serious, and nothing is more serious than getting a call from her sober at one in the morning.
That said, the conversation turned into the dead dog and the previous dead dog that has been dead and buried for 7 years that she is planning to dig up. She doesn’t think that it will be a problem for her if she puts the 7-year-dead dog in the back of the truck.
I have no words.
But my mom is proud of me, and I apparently really affected her. I hope she’s right and it does change lives. And apparently I need to do a victim-facing version, because apparently there are at least three women reading it in one of those fucking Carolinas right now.
I guess it was worth it just to reach that many.
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