My Mom called me for the first time in a year

and I’m still reeling from this one

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

After the incidents of over a year ago, my mother decided to phone me up… but not without a preemptive Facebook message I would summarize as “c’mon man! Smarten up and talk to me again!”

I need you to read this and try to follow me here. It’s like goddamn chess.

Frantic voice messaging

So, my mom called me on the weekend. I wasn’t ready to answer and talk, so I let it go to voice messaging. I listened to the message and it was that same old melancholic voice: a vague, non-descript message and a request for me to call her back. I didn’t need to chase her.

Well, she called me 7 times in a row — that day — and left almost the same voice message verbatim, just with a little more exasperation each time. I didn’t answer because I simply wasn’t ready to confront her again.

The next weekend (Sunday) she called only 4 times in a row, leaving the same vague messages that did not give off a sense of urgency and didn’t explain anything. It’s been a year of my parents not acknowledging my existence, so what’s all of a sudden the big deal?

I wondered if I was the asshole. Isn’t that what real assholes want you to think?