That’s the feels I get during every phone conversation with my mom for the past 3 years. Just when I think I’ve come close to getting her to swallow a new red pill, she cheeks it instead and then says “not to change the subject” and then proceeds to totally change the subject 😆 😭 I look back on the progress I’ve made with her over the 3 years and there’s definitely progress, albeit a slow and painful one with lots of back stepping. I haven’t even gotten to the really controversial stuff yet either, kek.