Breaking away from your family is hard. Thanksgiving is coming up, and I’ve come to the realization that I have absolutely no desire to spend the holiday at either one of my parents’ houses. I love my family. I’m thankful for my family. I just have grown tired of all the stress and the drama that seems to encompass us, and want to celebrate this holiday on my own terms. Up until Sunday, I was planning on spending my Thanksgiving break in Ohio, at the home of a friend. My plans fell through, though, when my mother changed her mind and said I wasn’t allowed to go.
“How old are you?” my friend in Ohio asked me, when I told her that I wasn’t coming to stay with her. Twenty One. And technically an adult, I know… I know… But if I’m still living at home over the Christmas and summer holidays, shouldn’t I still follow the rules? And what sort of example am I setting for Sarah and Racheal if I just say, “To blazes with my mother and her rules,” and do whatever I want? Even worse, what happens if my sisters think that they’re the reason I’m trying to break away?
When Susan learned that I wasn’t going to Ohio, she invited me to eat Thanksgiving dinner with she and her aunt. So now I’m celebrating Thanksgiving with my pseudo-mother, and in a way that I want to. I haven’t told my mom yet, and know that doing so will make waves. I’m sort of putting it off for that reason. If I wait until the last minute, she’ll have much less time to tell me ‘no’ and I will hopefully be less likely to back down…
Why do I feel like I’m being rotten, disrespectful and ungrateful for just wanting to grow up? Am I?
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