Damn yo, story of my life. 18 years into it though, my mother has given up hope.
I would suggest you actually sit with them and smile every so often, don’t even have to talk.
But better yet is playing with the little kids, you’ll be seen as the babysitter, and the ammas will love you.
take ur stand and refuse to go at all costs. mom won’t kidnap u. she might fuss but if u continue to do same everytime u r uncomfortable one day she’ll giv up.
So that’s it? I don’t even get to have a say anymore?
The point of my rant is that I want to stay far, far away from them. I don’t want to -sit- or share my -oxygen- with them. I want my DISTANCE. But apparently my mother isn’t very accepting or understanding.
