On Being Disowned By My Parents

I must pack my things and move into my own apartment without any hope of ever returning to my childhood home.

I have truly done it this time, diary. Of course most of my arguments with Mother end with her declaring she’ll never speak to me again if I do this or that, but I’m afraid she’s serious this time.

Yesterday evening, I worked up the courage to tell Mother and Father of my intention to move into my own apartment in the coming month.

“An apartment?!” Mother exclaimed. “I never heard of anything so utterly ridiculous. After living on your own, you’ll be unfit to even be seen by any man. No gentleman wants a wife who’s independent. Nor can you possibly know anything about living on your own. No, indeed, it’s all very improper!”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Mama? There aren’t any gentlemen! And I’ve yet to meet any man who even comes close to enticing me into matrimony. I also don’t think I’d like a man who cannot allow me the freedom to be independent.”

“What nonsense! What in the world are you even saying?”

The row went on like this for the better part of three hours. Mother listed all the points I expected she’d make, and Father sat watching the whole thing unfold from his chair. He was eying me curiously and had yet to make his feelings about my intentions known. He’s always considered me to be a girl with sense, and I could not help but feel that my decision had somehow soured his opinion of me.

Mother realized that she could not dissuade me and finally appealed to Father to force me to stay at home until I am happily or unhappily wed.

“It appears our daughter has made up her mind. I am not sure I can unmake it for her.”

“Oh, do not be so tiresome! Tell her that if she leaves this house she is never welcome back to it again!”

Mother meant what she said — it wasn’t just an empty threat this time. And I was sure Father was going to present me with some ultimatum. Being banished from the estate by Mother didn’t feel like a great injury, but to hear the same from Father…I don’t think I would have been able to stand my ground. But I determined myself to handle anything he could say to me and waited for him to speak.

“Before you is, perhaps, a very painful decision. You see, you’ll have to become a stranger to one of your parents. You heard your Mama say that she’ll never let you return if you move out. Well, I’ll disown you if you choose to stay.”

I sighed with relief, but Mother practically boiled over. She ran up the stairs and screamed that she wanted me moved out by the end of the week. I thought she would have cooled off after a night’s sleep, but she’s spent all the morning above stairs in her bedroom.

“I will not come down until she is out of the house!” I heard Mother tell father and her lady’s maid as they tried to reason with her.

But reason is not something you can expect from Mother when her nerves have been so imposed upon. I will not abandon my plans no matter how much they may rile Mother’s nerves, but I had hoped things would have ended in a much more civil manner. Father’s certain he’ll be able to get Mother to come around. Until then, I must pack my things and move into my own apartment without any hope of ever returning to my childhood home.

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