Family Affairs as of Late
Nov. 3rd, 2002 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldFriday afternoon, I talked with Dr. Diviney. Dr. Diviney is a professor in UPEI's English department; I've taken several classes from her, and I'd like to consider her a friend. I'd seen her in Main building that afternoon, and--perhaps foolishly?--I corralled her and asked her advice as to how to approach Mom (as a mother herself of children in my age group). She was quite good, although she couldn't offer much advice: She did suggest that I might want to move out, if only to minimize
the points of friction with Mom. I'm not going to do that, of course; I'm not going to get driven out of my own home.
(Afterwards, I chatted with Tom; or, rather, I vented. Sorry for that, Tom.)
Friday evening, as I was watching The Secret Garden, I talked to my sister, Michelle. She conceded that I had some serious and justifiable issues with Mom , but she suggested that I should try to understand their position, somehow. I'm still not entirely sure what she means, though.
Saturday morning, I talked with Dad as we drove into town. He agreed that Mom can be pushy, but he suggested that I should just ignore her, and that talking with her briefly would go some way to assuaging her. (As in, sharing the pleasantries that usually end up with her accusing me of failing something, somehow.)
***
Perhaps Derrick was right: Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered outing myself to my parents, at least not until after I left, in the name of social peace.
But then, if my relations with Mom in particular were bound to break, better that they should now than before I place any critical stress on them. Certainly remaining distant from them without them knowing for another year would have been painful.
But then, Mom is my mother.
But then, I've been justifiably angry with Mom--a cold anger, I suppose--since, oh, I don't know, mid-September. She picks, and picks, and I don't see any reason to spend more time in her presence than I have to because she's ultimately demoralizing.
But then, I don't think I'm in any position to judge.
Everyone else? I'm quite open to suggestions.
the points of friction with Mom. I'm not going to do that, of course; I'm not going to get driven out of my own home.
(Afterwards, I chatted with Tom; or, rather, I vented. Sorry for that, Tom.)
Friday evening, as I was watching The Secret Garden, I talked to my sister, Michelle. She conceded that I had some serious and justifiable issues with Mom , but she suggested that I should try to understand their position, somehow. I'm still not entirely sure what she means, though.
Saturday morning, I talked with Dad as we drove into town. He agreed that Mom can be pushy, but he suggested that I should just ignore her, and that talking with her briefly would go some way to assuaging her. (As in, sharing the pleasantries that usually end up with her accusing me of failing something, somehow.)
***
Perhaps Derrick was right: Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered outing myself to my parents, at least not until after I left, in the name of social peace.
But then, if my relations with Mom in particular were bound to break, better that they should now than before I place any critical stress on them. Certainly remaining distant from them without them knowing for another year would have been painful.
But then, Mom is my mother.
But then, I've been justifiably angry with Mom--a cold anger, I suppose--since, oh, I don't know, mid-September. She picks, and picks, and I don't see any reason to spend more time in her presence than I have to because she's ultimately demoralizing.
But then, I don't think I'm in any position to judge.
Everyone else? I'm quite open to suggestions.
