No way back

The letter I wrote to my mom is now resting on the pillow of her bed. I've left the house, and all she has to do is read it and call me... either tonight or tomorrow evening. Whatever my actions from here on, my situation is now officially out in the open. I'm really nervous about the forthcoming phone call I'll get. Hopefully it will all turn out pretty good, but the option of complete denial is there, albeit fairly slim. I wonder if I'm going to get any sleep tonight at all.