I called my mom. Every time I do, I have trouble breathing. She's hard of hearing and too vain to use a hearing aid so she doesn't hear me gasping for breath as she goes on and on about nothing. I don't blame her for what she talks about because I offer so little. That goes back to when I was a child, tortured by bullies at school. I came home crying and she asked me what I did to them. I resolved I'd never tell her anything important again and I haven't. So I don't really say anything at all and she goes on and on about her lunch, her flowers, her ailments, her conversations, etc. And I gasp for air.