• Dear Concerned Mom,

    by  • November 7, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Family Stuff • 0 Comments

    Please understand that when I tell you I’m fine, that I’m telling you the truth. Please realize that I am just going through my “moody teenage years” and alls I need to know is you care about me and you’ll be there if I ever need you, but remember that I need space, too- just like you. My quick remarks such as “Oh you know, the usual- robbing banks, stripping for money, doing drugs, etc” is just my being annoyed with you asking what my plans are every two seconds. As my mother, you should know that I’m not into any of that stuff nor do I hang out with people who ARE into it. Get real! If I’m doing something out of the house- I’ll tell you. What’s wrong you ask? Oh nothing, mom. Just the fact I’m trying to watch a movie and you keep coming in. EVERY. TWO. SECONDS. to ask me questions. I mean, what do you want for dinner? We both know you’ve had tonight’s dinner planned for about a week, what’s the point in asking? Please remember that I’m not perfect and I’m not going to be able to live up to every single one of your standards no matter how hard I try. Please don’t be too harsh on me when I get a grade lower than an A- on a paper or a test. Do you remember when you were in high school? That D+ I got on my last math quiz, I know you’re not happy with it still, but I’m going to fail every once and awhile. The stress to live up to what you expect isn’t easy and I will try my hardest, but no promises I will succeed.

    Mom, I don’t hate you, you know I love you and it’s not just because your family. I understand where you are coming from, but you must understand that I need space. I need to make my own mistakes and learn from them. I need to see my choices and chose what’s best for me. I get to decide what I want to do with my life, just like you did. You had your turn, it’s mine now…

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