You are so pleasant to deal with.Are you just ineducable? AIDS is a disease; aides are assistants.
My mother wasn't heartbroken, nor was she worried about me. We're a very strong, resolute family. She went through prejudice as well; she was a triple-masters graduate at a time when most girls didn't even go to college, and got razzed for it. She didn't marry until she was 28 and got called "old maid"--not in a friendly way. She breezed through it because she knew who she was; they didn't.
I explained AIDS to her, and that it could be avoided. She trusted her children to be responsible. I KNEW her; you probably never even MET anyone like her.
Offending someone is not harming them, princess. How delicate are you?
Who cares how YOU spell aides? You are obsessed by it. I am not.
Yes, your mother WAS heartbroken. She tried to hide it as best as she could.
Your mother got razzed for going to college? Oh, dear. That must have been awful for the poor woman. Old maid? That is beyond the pale. How did she hold up to all of that.
You had to explain aides to her, even though she was SO smart and educated? I think she already knew about it and was beside herself with worry.
True, I never met anyone like your mother. She must have been a saint to put up with you.
How delicate are you? If I were delicate, I would not be here.
That would be a good question for you. How delicate are you? You seem to go off the deep end if I say ANYTHING you don't like. I am not like that. I can take a lot because a lot of it doesn't bother me.
Gee, you give gays a bad name. Go with the flow. Don't sweat the small stuff.
You must have been very attached to your mother. You don't mention a father. It's all about how great your mother was.