It’s been 20+ years since I’ve been out. You’d think I’d have learned by now to block my Mom from calling or texting my phone on Conference Weekends.

It’s like no matter the THOUSANDS of conversations we’ve had over the last 20+ years about how I’m not coming back EVER….and her swearing up and down that she accepts this now & loves me just the way that I am, she just cannot resist ruining my Saturday with a text like, “I have a message for you from President Eyring at Conference this morning. “The Lord knows you, He loves you, He wants you back, your promised blessings are still in place.” 🙄🙄🙄

My Dad leaves me alone. He would rather have me active, but accepts that I’m 45 damn years old and that I have the same free agency he does. My mom on the other hand will never respect my boundaries, and it is just depressing.

FML. It never ends. I’m sure I’m not the only one getting guilt tripped this weekend.