Unfiltered Story #400227

Ever since the health crisis, my mother’s family has come together every week – online.

This means I get to hear the repetition from her three sisters every. single. week. (Names have been changed.)

Aunt #1> Didn’t you just go to your fiftieth high school reunion? How did it go?

Mum> Yes! It was great! Did I not send you the photos?

She proceeds to send the photos and has to explain every. single. person. in every. single. photo.

Mum> …and there’s Johnny Murphy, to the left of me –

Aunt #2> Johnny Murphy was there???

Aunt #1> Johnny Murphy!

Aunt #3> Johnny Murphy was there???

Mum> Johnny Murphy was there! And then here’s all of us ladies, me and Jackie and Meg and –

Aunt #3> Jackie and Meg were there, too?!

Aunt #2> Jackie and Meg!

Aunt #1> Jackie and Meg were there, too?!

Mum> Jackie and Meg – and Stephanie!

Aunt #1> Stephanie, too?!

Aunt #3> Stephanie!

Aunt #2> Stephanie was there too?!

Mum> Yes! And here’s the photo with us with our glasses, and here’s the photo of us without our glasses…

Something like this happens every. single. week. As much as I love my mum’s family and I don’t see them in person that often…I need to move out.