She flies with her own wings.

I’m too damn paranoid.

No Mom, no. I’m okay to drive. Just please stop talking. Please drop the subject.
It’s not that simple. No, I can’t do that. That’s just not how it works.
Why must you be so insistent?

From the few things I’ve ever mentioned about him, I suppose now I can understand why you would want me to do such a thing.

It’s all so very ideal in our minds.
I suppose. Though I’m just conjecturing.

“I only want what’s best for you.”
“I just think you’ll have a lot of fun”

I really don’t tell you anything at all about my personal life.
So it’s not like you could know.
But you’ve always enjoyed poking your nose in my business and teasing me in that motherly way. So, I suppose you think that what you’re doing is okay, even good or encouraging.

But it’s not.
Now I’m even more distressed about it all.