She accepted it-- a little shocked, but was relieved that I didn't end up like a horror story, and my confirmation that I wouldn't try it again.

Of course, my boyfriend was there and Mum was seriously thinking he wanted to propose to me. *laughs a little* Mum likes him a lot, he's a really sweet guy, and let me hug him much as I want after the relief of telling her. He's a big teddy bear in red, I swear, but I love him so much for helping me out through a lot.

Off subject, but it went over far better than I could have ever hoped for. We accepted that it happened, I was alright and moved on.