every time i come home, no matter what time of day it is, my mom questions whether i’m sober or not. you can’t possibly fathom how hard it is to have a relationship with your mom when she doesn’t trust you at all, no matter what, for no reason. my eye looks funny? i’m high. my makeup is smeared? i must be drunk. if i don’t come straight home from work i MUST be out there getting as wasted as possible. good lord mom, lighten up. you’re going to push me so far away with your paranoia that once i do get out from underneath you, i won’t want to come back. what sucks the most is that even though i tell you the truth you still don’t believe me. where did i go so wrong that even the truth feels like a lie to you? maybe you need to get out of the house more. experience the world. and realize that things aren’t so bad out there. there’s good and honest people out there, and i do my best to surround myself with them. i wish you could trust in the fact that YOU are the one who raised me, so your values and expectations are instilled in me. please stop treating me like this is the first time i’m hearing all of this. i’ve heard it every single day for the last i don’t even know how many years. i’m pretty sure i know by now.