I haven’t revealed many details as to why mom and I are having difficulties on this blog. Just rest assured that it goes way back, like 27 years back, and I have tried E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.Â Breaking up with mom was a tough decision, and I tried to avoid it as long as I possibly could. We have talked and talked and talked and talked, and it just came to the point where I had absolutely nothing more to say, everything had already been said a hundred times.
As I was saying in a comment yesterday, I did reply to mom. I couldn’t make myself pick up the phone, because I know all too well that talking to her would be too difficult and we would most definitely start fighting again. However, I did send her a short reply and I did make a money transfer for the flowers.
Upon doing that, a rock fell off my chest. A rock that hadn’t been there until her friend called me, but it had been there ever since.
I’m not ready to make nice, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t behave like an adult.
I did the right thing.