Ugh…mothers, sometimes -.-
So far this summer, I’ve spent most of my nights and weekends at work and I’ve hated it. But this week, I wanted to switch things up a bit and actually hang out with some friends. Four times within the week, I’ve stayed out pretty late. My parents have never given me a curfew when I was younger and I’m almost 19 now, so I stayed out if I wanted to.
Apparently, my mom still thinks I’m the same child who rarely stayed out past midnight, so she’s been waiting up for me, even when I’ve told her not to. Can I just express how much I hate that? I understand why she has more concern now that two of those times staying out late this past week was with a guy, and I may have forgotten to let her know how late I planned on staying out, but I have never given her a reason not to trust me! I haven’t lied to her about my whereabouts or my company, and I’ve never done drugs or plan on doing them at all. She’s just comparing me to my older sisters and I cannot take it anymore.
She’s driving me mad!