Mum: No,I don't think it does,not for me,it hasn't.
It has been going on for 11 years.
It changes though.
Becca: How?
Mum: I don't know.The weight of it,I guess.
At some point,it becomes bearable.
It turns into something that you can crawl out from under.
And then you can carry it around like a brick in your pocket.And you even forget it for a while,
but then you reach in for whatever reason,and then there it is.
Oh,right,that.
It could be awful.But not all the time.
It's kind of not that you like it exactly,but it's what you've got instead of your son.
So,you carry it around,and it doesn't go away which is...
