Still Trying to Cut the Umbilical Cord at 35 Years Old
I will be 35 years old in May. I live in the same town as my parents which is also the same town I was born in. We live about 10 minutes apart.
During and after my divorce my sons and I lived with my parents. I am very thankful that they were there to help, please don't get me wrong.
Last night, I arrived home at 5:23 pm after picking up my two sons from daycare. My oldest son was already home. At about 6:00 pm we decided to go to Wal-Mart. So we all piled into my Santa Fe and headed across town. We finished our Wal-Mart adventure and were headed to the car and my cell phone rang. It was my mom, "Don't do this to me, where are you??". I told her we were at Wal-mart and she continued to interrogate me as to the details of my adventure.
I politely answer several of her questions and then tell her my phone battery is going dead and I have to go. She tells me to call her when I get home. I just sigh and put my phone back in my purse.
I was raised to respect my parents, I mean they are "your parents". They have always been there for me in times of sadness and joy. But, isn't there a time when you are an adult in their eyes?
I have my own house and pay all of my own bills. I talk to my mother at least twice a day on the phone and we go over and visit on the weekends. But it seems like I still have to ask permission to leave my own house.
During and after my divorce my sons and I lived with my parents. I am very thankful that they were there to help, please don't get me wrong.
Last night, I arrived home at 5:23 pm after picking up my two sons from daycare. My oldest son was already home. At about 6:00 pm we decided to go to Wal-Mart. So we all piled into my Santa Fe and headed across town. We finished our Wal-Mart adventure and were headed to the car and my cell phone rang. It was my mom, "Don't do this to me, where are you??". I told her we were at Wal-mart and she continued to interrogate me as to the details of my adventure.
I politely answer several of her questions and then tell her my phone battery is going dead and I have to go. She tells me to call her when I get home. I just sigh and put my phone back in my purse.
I was raised to respect my parents, I mean they are "your parents". They have always been there for me in times of sadness and joy. But, isn't there a time when you are an adult in their eyes?
I have my own house and pay all of my own bills. I talk to my mother at least twice a day on the phone and we go over and visit on the weekends. But it seems like I still have to ask permission to leave my own house.
posted by peebugg at 4:18 PM
5 Comments:
The trouble is, you can't even move away. Every one seems to have free long distance, or a million minutes on a nation wide plan. I'm 36. I work in the same building as my father. We don't even bump into each other but about once a week. It is different for guys.
HA-HA!!!
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Me
Thanks Kelly, I think. Ha-Ha
But it is true. Guys have it easier except they have to deal with their wife's parents.
Ha-Ha
Beth
Mom's and Daughters....A never ending battle!! I hear ya!
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