My mother had me at a young age. She was 18 years old and likes to remind me of this every chance she can get. It always starts out with how much gratitude I owe her for the life I have because she basically gave up her entire life just for me. It’s always somehow my fault that she didn’t get to go to college and she didn’t get to follow her career dreams. Even though I was the child and never asked to even be born. She chose to have me, not the other way around.
Then eventually the conversation comes around to why I don’t have any children yet and how she wants to be a young grandmother instead of an old grandmother because she still wants to be in good health to be able to do things with her grandchildren. But then in the same breath mentions how she is finally able to live her life jus
