The more I think about my mom's objections to the Jefferson move, the more I think it essentially boils down to one thing:
She won't have her little baby around anymore.
For most of my life I have lived either in my parents house or on property controlled by either them or my mom's parents. For a few years I lived in apartments, but I still depended greatly on my parents for financial support. Even then they had severe objections to me moving out of their house at all. And even then the farthest I was from their home was like 110 miles.
My land is something like 260 miles away from here, and a good chunk of the winter it is very difficult to get there from here due to weather. For most of my adult life I was constantly asking my mom for money because I kept running out. I had a savings account on occasion, but it only held a couple hundred bucks most of the time. I haven't asked my mom for money in any way for a couple years, and have built up several thousand dollars in savings.
Now that I really will be truly independent, she can't handle it. Her family is all gone except for a couple distant relatives. She tried getting into charity work but the plague squashed that. She sits at home and watches daytime "trash talk" TV. She can't get around much anymore, and her memory is going. She has a long term care plan but she's not sure if it's reliable.
I really don't have the ability to care for a dependent elderly parent. She apparently thinks she will be stuck in assisted living and abandoned to the plague and sadistic nurses. She wants a codependent relationship with me in her old age it seems, and can't handle me being independent and alone.
She was always told that I would always be dependent on her and never be able to do simple things like pay bills or cook food. She has always been able to keep me near her, now she can't. I know that I will do what is right for me, but it is still sad watching her think of that tiny emaciated baby in the neonatal ICU struggling to breathe, and being unable to reconcile that with a grown, mature 46 year old man.
She won't have her little baby around anymore.
For most of my life I have lived either in my parents house or on property controlled by either them or my mom's parents. For a few years I lived in apartments, but I still depended greatly on my parents for financial support. Even then they had severe objections to me moving out of their house at all. And even then the farthest I was from their home was like 110 miles.
My land is something like 260 miles away from here, and a good chunk of the winter it is very difficult to get there from here due to weather. For most of my adult life I was constantly asking my mom for money because I kept running out. I had a savings account on occasion, but it only held a couple hundred bucks most of the time. I haven't asked my mom for money in any way for a couple years, and have built up several thousand dollars in savings.
Now that I really will be truly independent, she can't handle it. Her family is all gone except for a couple distant relatives. She tried getting into charity work but the plague squashed that. She sits at home and watches daytime "trash talk" TV. She can't get around much anymore, and her memory is going. She has a long term care plan but she's not sure if it's reliable.
I really don't have the ability to care for a dependent elderly parent. She apparently thinks she will be stuck in assisted living and abandoned to the plague and sadistic nurses. She wants a codependent relationship with me in her old age it seems, and can't handle me being independent and alone.
She was always told that I would always be dependent on her and never be able to do simple things like pay bills or cook food. She has always been able to keep me near her, now she can't. I know that I will do what is right for me, but it is still sad watching her think of that tiny emaciated baby in the neonatal ICU struggling to breathe, and being unable to reconcile that with a grown, mature 46 year old man.
