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A few years ago, I reconnected with an old friend in high school who had been like a sister to me. She eloped to Las Vegas and had kids, so we fell out of touch.
She and I had a great email exchange, updating each other on our lives and cracking jokes. Knowing that my parents would love to read how Lizzie was doing (since, again, she had been like a sister to me and another daughter to my parents), I forwarded my mom the email...completely forgetting that about halfway down, she and I talked about our marijuana use (fairly heavy for me in college, and fairly heavy for her in high school, tapering down once she had her kids). My mom didn't know that I had ever smoked marijuana.
Later that night, I got a stony phone call from Mom. No hello, no how are you, just "YOU SMOKED *MARIJUANA*?!?!?!?!" Then I had to lie and tell her that I didn't do it anymore ("significantly cut down" is more true) and that college was a difficult time, all my friends were doing it, blah blah blah. We never talked about it again.
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