Since we found out we will be moving on Monday, the week has been rather um… well… eventful.
I won’t go into all of the details of said events. But let’s just say they have involved the police, a lawyer, bankers, realtors, and a psychologist.
To condense a very long story – my mom has decided that she wants to divorce me (and yes, she actually said that). She has said, repeatedly over the last several days, that she no longer wants to see me or my family. She does not want any contact with any of us and she plans to burn all of our pictures. She says she will turn off her phone, the internet, and has already attempted to have me thrown off of her property.
What triggered these events? The move. The move that we’ve been waiting for and discussing for the last seven years. Apparently, she feels like I am abandoning her – despite my repeated requests for her move with us, for her to split her time, or more recently, for her to not break all communication with us and allow us to visit and for her to come stay with us whenever she would like. She also feels like I am a mean and horrible daughter — which definitely is not the case – but I won’t go into the litany of reasons why at this point…
I am to the point of emotional exhaustion where I have no idea what to think, or say, or do. While I knew that our move wouldn’t be a hand-holding, butterflies and rainbows, walk down the yellow brick road, I never even fathomed all of this.
It’s one thing to want to punish me. But to never want to see this little guy…
well… I just can’t imagine.