Unrecognized Adulthood

Don’t you hate it when your adulthood goes unrecognized? I’ve waited almost my entire life to be able to make my own decisions and live life by my own rules. When that moment finally came, I was expecting to feel completely different, like my life had come full circle. When actually, I didn’t feel different at all, and to make things worse, my mom thought she could get away with ignoring it.

I moved out of my mom’s house about a year ago, but she still takes me to school and work until I can get a car. It was sunny Sunday morning and I woke up feeling energized and motivated. I walked up to my mom’s house and took my little brother and sister outside to play. After an hour or so my mom and I went up to the grocery store. When we got home my grandma was there with Easter outfit’s for my siblings and new scrubs for me.  

My grandma asked if my fiancé and I would go to her house and help her do some yard work. I agreed and we went to do some good old physical labor. It was a warm day and the wind blowing through my hair felt euphoric. I was raking fallen leaves and throwing them in a garbage bag when I bent over to fast and hurt my back.

                I was on the ground instantly, the pain was unbelievable, my grandma took my inside the house and my fiancé helped get me medicine and lay down. After a while she took us home and I tried to sleep it off, I had school in the morning.  At 6:00 a.m. my alarm clock was screaming at me to wake up, and I couldn’t bring myself to roll over. The pain in my back was a million times worse than the night before. I texted my mom and told her I wasn’t going to school that day. In my opinion, it was my choice to make. I didn’t live with her anymore and I’m 18 years old. My mother proceeded to tell me that if I didn’t go to school she was done with me.

Where does she get off treating me that way? It was my right and my stubbornness just wouldn’t let this go. I felt I had something to prove so I told her I wasn’t going and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. So she said she was done and I was on my own. This proved harder than I thought and I eventually came to my senses and apologized.

My final message; you only have one family, and one mother. So don’t take them for granted and don’t get a big head. More than likely their just trying to do what’s best for you overall.