So desperately glad I will never live not on my own terms ever again
Flaggy - you have no idea what my perspective as a mother is. I don't think I've talked that much about it. (or have I?) too painful. I don't even know if I have a perspective anymore. I'm torn between: 1. You can't overprotect too much; and 2. Throw the brat into the deep end; if she can't swim too f'ing bad. (I don't mean that.) (Wish I did.) It's great to have a mother, hell to be one. Living on your own terms means being willing to be totally independent if necessary. hold on let go hold on let go hold on let go hold on let go... todays writing prompt?
Sorry -- I should have said, "I know that you are a mother and thus might/will have a completely different perspective than I (as a son) have. That said, your post is very bitter. Hope everything's okay. As a writing prompt, I like it, or even better as a podcast, because I think it deserves a longer treatment.
I agree wholeheartedly with you there. I even did the boomerang thing: moved out with friends, they moved out and the roommates from hell moved in, moved back in with my parents, then finally moved out with wife.