My housemate Eric is at a family reunuion this weekend. I am a little worried about him, because unfortunately his mother is in his family, and is therefore also at the reunion. I met his mother last week when we moved. She showed up unexpectedly. She claimed she was there to help us pack, but in fact just wandered around whining about the life of sin Eric was living.

Eric and I are not in fact fucking, but she only believes that when she's insisting that he's gay (which he's not.) I came home to find her pawing through my clothes. When I asked her what she was doing, she said she was trying to separate my things from Eric's so that it would be easier to pack. We pointed out that we were moving to the same place and it wouldn't be too horrible if our stuff got mixed together, but she looked shocked at the idea. In the Shaker religion it is considered a sin for a man's clothes to touch a woman's, but she is not a Shaker (her being Eric's mom is the clue) and has no excuse. I went into the bathroom and had to hunt for ages for my tampons. She had hidden them so that Eric wouldn't see them. I'm going out on a limb here, but I think Eric already suspected that I was a female who hit puberty some years ago.