My mum thinks I will fall apart once she leaves. She’s making plans and doing stuff and I just want to scream: PLEASE JUST GO. LET ME BE ALONE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE.
I’m not deluded into thinking I will automatically figure life out without my mother constantly blanketing me. I just want a chance to try. This is not a fair way to think about the woman who moves heaven and earth just to make life better for me and my brother. I know. And I’m sorry. I just want to be alone.