My Mother

Without fail every time I’ve talked to my mom since moving to the city she finds a way to bring up men and whether or not I have a boyfriend yet. I love her, but I’m so goddamn tired of hearing the same tired prying questions. “When are you gonna get a boyfriend? When are you gonna settle down? When am I getting grandkids?”. Some of it I know she’s just teasing me about but it’s still frustrating. Maybe I’m making this out to be bigger than it is, but part of the reason I came here was to escape that kind of mentality. It feels like sometimes my mother thinks I left just to get away from her. But that’s not it. It has nothing to do with my parents, with guy friends, or anything. It’s me. I didn’t fit in at home and I needed something more to do with my life. I needed to find a way to help people in a way that only I could. I care about my mom; I just want her to understand.