People move on, I suppose some move on
faster than others do. Some even move on
to the point of accepting another person into their lives. Kind of like my mom I
guess. About two years ago she met
another guy; they started “dating” or whatever else you want to call it. I didn't even acknowledge his existence for
the first year of it…
Did I feel bad about this? Heck no. I didn't need another man in my life trying
to take over with what was left behind.
But for some reason my mom liked him, despite what I had to say about
it. It was clear she was going to do
whatever she wanted regardless of me.
Which also made me hate him and push him away even more. She insisted on bringing him to all of my
sporting events and activities, even though I would specifically ask her not
to. She would (and still does) talk to
him on the phone EVERY SINGLE DAY AND NIGHT, literally the most annoying thing
for me. I would think to myself, I don’t
even talk to my friends this much…
Finally, after a good six months of me
fighting this and many tears later, she decided to respect my wishes and keep
him far away from me and my life. Which
I was pretty happy about. But lets be
honest here, that only lasted a couple months before she started bringing him back
around again. Which again upset me, but
now my mother started getting an attitude of her own about this whole
ordeal. According to her I should “get
over it” and “start being nicer” because apparently I fought it long
enough.
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