Wrong Side of Thirty
Today, my mom told me she used to think I was the sane one of the family until I moved in her and now she sees how untrue that is. I’m smart, though, she’ll give me that. I’m really not sure what any of that means, since I’ve been the same externally as I’ve always been. She says a few other things after that, each one stings a bit more than the last. I’m on the wrong side of thirty living with my mother. I coddle my children. My goals of moving back out of her house are lofty. How much she’s helped me in the past and how it just wasn’t enough. She’s mourning her independence. I smile at that one. She’s run away at parental responsibility my whole life, it doesn’t surprise me she feels that way.
