Mi Madre

I am having issues.  That's not what I'm going to talk about today, however.  Instead, I choose to talk about my mother's issues, and how they are affecting me.

"It would be nice to have some sort of a relationship with you," she says, after my insistence that I can handle taking a day off from work.  I have been feeling somewhat under the weather and decided to extend my weekend so I could fully recover.  Though she is my mother, and always will be, I am now the one in charge of my career choices and life decisions, right?  At least I should be.  Perhaps he is only attempting to give advice, but her methods are somewhat (ah and here's that word so often associated with mothers) "nagging".  I basically told her I just don't want to hear it.  Because I don't.  I'm smart enough to think through my actions, and if I make the wrong choice, I will suffer the consequences.  Not that I ever make wrong choices.

Over the weekend I had the same problem, overhearing her tell my dad that she would rather stay out in the country just so she could get away from me.  I had stayed in the house nearly that whole day while she and my dad were out at church, lunch and on the boat.  I barely saw her and yet the few moments I did, I apparently did something so terrible that it prompted her to consider staying in Milford.  All I remember doing was asking her how to use the washing machine....

My headache only seems to increase when she's around, somewhat defeating the purpose of staying home from work.  I'm definately going tomorrow.