A few days ago I decided that I should probably tell my mom that I'm leaving for basic training in February. A small part of me doesn't want to, but I know that it'd be really shitty of me to call her the day before, like, "Hey, I'm leaving for San Antonio in the morning. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
By telling her now, she can have ample time to "prepare" herself for my departure. Tomorrow we're going to dinner so that I can tell her about it, and I know that every spare second of her time concluding our dinner she is going to try to find a way to talk me out of my decision.
I'm hopefully just going to strike up a compromise with her and promise to stay in contact and spend more time with her before I leave. I know she's my mom, but it's emotionally draining being around her.
At least this issue will be easier to tell her about than JB. I don't plan on telling her anything about him for a LONG time. I want to save him from having to deal with her craziness for as long as I can. My mom is batshit.