when i moved into my dorm in college, i created a divergent life from my mother. i wanted to keep myself separate for a reason. no mother should know all the details of her child's life. and there's some liberating element in the certainty of mother not knowing.
so when my mom finds my facebook page, because i've naively neglected to set those limits to keep her from finding it, she slips through the keyhole. she finds things i don't want her to find. and though nothing she finds is necessarily damaging, i can't stand the idea of her reading what i write. i started a new blog because she found my old one. i use fake names to keep her from tracing me. though i love her, she doesn't need to have unlimited access to my life. even what i put on the internet falls under the parameters of privacy.
i have limits. and i need her to stay well outside of them.
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