Oh sweetie. I think they worry that you don't love them any more (not that they'd say or even think it like that). Sigh. They're certainly not treating you like an independent adult who is also their dear child. *hugs*
Yeah. I know I don't really help things along -- when they treat me like a child, I tend to respond like one, it's unpleasant. But fortunately the books I'd bought her got there on Monday, so she no longer acts slighted.
While we're on the theme of "parents just don't understand," my mother informed me this Sunday morning as I was departing for church that "[my] alcoholism is ruining my life."
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So, logically, I said the only thing I could think of that would maybe express my frustration at two solid months of being told at great length that I have a drinking problem.
Sunday morning, at ten until nine, I said, "Fuck you," to my mother, and left for church.
She hasn't quite forgiven me yet. But I'm a lot closer to home than you are (in it, in fact) and so she had ample opportunity to be unpleasant to me all afternoon on Sunday.
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So, logically, I said the only thing I could think of that would maybe express my frustration at two solid months of being told at great length that I have a drinking problem.
Sunday morning, at ten until nine, I said, "Fuck you," to my mother, and left for church.
She hasn't quite forgiven me yet. But I'm a lot closer to home than you are (in it, in fact) and so she had ample opportunity to be unpleasant to me all afternoon on Sunday.
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