As in, finally, I told my mum. I said, "Mum, I'm not finishing my PhD." And then my insides threw up.
My mum was just lovely. I could tell she was a bit sad for me, but mostly because she could see how much I upset I was to tell her. She knows how hard I can be on myself and she's very understanding. After 33 years, she's got that part down.
I'm in the middle of a busy day of visiting family so I'll write more later. But I wanted to show off a bit about how much I've matured. See?!