If you're certain. I'll preface this with the explanation that the relationship I had with my mother was not the most conventional one that a person may expect. Nor was it exactly full of affection or "I love you"s shared between us. Mostly one sided, from her to me. It was a sort of passive aggressive game we played. In a weird way, I think it was her way of preparing me for life. Though I personally don't know if it worked all that well, because I wasn't as prepared as I wanted to be for certain parts of it. I would make some grand gesture of overly-sentimental affection. She would return with an equally over-the-top gesture. I purchase her a vacuum because she seems so fond of cleaning. It even came with a drink holder so she'd have a place to put her alcohol. She appreciates it so much, she has it bronzed and placed in the foyer. Etc. etc. I was a rebellious teenager and tried to avoid her. Etc. etc. A very classic and cliche tale of a young preteen desperately trying to spread her wings and fly before she was ever ready to do so and her mother rightfully trying to both hold her back and protect her, yet let her go. Have you entered the game yet in your time?
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I'll preface this with the explanation that the relationship I had with my mother was not the most conventional one that a person may expect.
Nor was it exactly full of affection or "I love you"s shared between us.
Mostly one sided, from her to me.
It was a sort of passive aggressive game we played.
In a weird way, I think it was her way of preparing me for life.
Though I personally don't know if it worked all that well, because I wasn't as prepared as I wanted to be for certain parts of it.
I would make some grand gesture of overly-sentimental affection.
She would return with an equally over-the-top gesture.
I purchase her a vacuum because she seems so fond of cleaning. It even came with a drink holder so she'd have a place to put her alcohol.
She appreciates it so much, she has it bronzed and placed in the foyer.
Etc. etc.
I was a rebellious teenager and tried to avoid her.
Etc. etc.
A very classic and cliche tale of a young preteen desperately trying to spread her wings and fly before she was ever ready to do so and her mother rightfully trying to both hold her back and protect her, yet let her go.
Have you entered the game yet in your time?