"I'm married!" I spat it out before my mother could finish her sentence. I was irritated by the fact that she had arbitrarily chosen my course of action. My mother's authoritarian tendencies made it difficult to breathe while I was in the same room as her, despite the fact that our relationship wasn't particularly strained. As soon as I became 18, I moved out of my parents' house and got a job that allowed me to support myself financially. The only reason I went to the mating ceremony was because I wanted to escape my mother's insane control freak mentality and get married, but that wasn't the only reason. I was aware that she would not be pleased, but at least I knew that she would not push her one and only kid away as a result of this.
"What?!" In direct contrast to what I had anticipat
