I feel like my mom resents me. I feel like she secretly hates that I have a steady boyfriend and a happy relationship, that I have friends, and am setting up for a great life.
Sometimes, I'll go to do something, and she'll say something negative about it that just causes me to feel like I'm stupid for wanting to do it. Tonight Boyfriend and I were going to go out and celebrate the end of my finals by maybe going to Pat O'Briens. She gives a withering sigh of "Okay" which just says "its okay, but its not really okay." She thinks its a touristy thing to do, so I shouldn't do it. She claims that she worries a lot that something will happen, and that's why she doesn't like me going out and about. But, I live in a suburb, where nothing is open past 10pm. I'm 22 years old. I don't want to live like a nun (like she does). Its to the point where I don't enjoy going out anywhere that will take me more than a few miles from my house, because I feel like I need to call and check in every so often.
I just feel like my wanting to have a normal life disappoints her. I feel like my growing up and being an adult dissapoints her. I feel like the best way to make her proud is to be unhappy like she is. Otherwise, I'm a disappointment because I'm like "them" "a sheep" blah blah blah.
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