I can’t wait until I move out. I really appreciate it here, but on these days when she harangues me for knitting. She disapproves of me knitting. What the hell?
No, I won’t live the way I do when I get married. You don’t even want me to date as it is, why should I be thinking of being married? Oh because it’ll prove to you much I’ll need you then, how grateful I will be for your “teachings” over the years.
She hates it when I bake. She dislikes it when I see friends. She dislikes it when I’m on the internet. She can’t stand that I knit and have yarn. She always talks about how hard it is to survive in the world.
Maybe I am crazy, but I honestly don’t think that I’ll end up cleaning toilets if I stop knitting and focus on school.
She wants me to be something I am not. I will never be the Perfect Daughter no matter what the hell I do.
I want my own place, I really do.