I know it’s normal for girls to fight with their mothers, but I am honestly getting sick of mine. I don’t know; I’m in college, I have good grades, I don’t get in trouble, I work, I help where I can, and I take care of myself because, hey, I’m 20, and I have two other sisters who need my parents more than I do.
I go to the biggest party school in the state. Granted, I commute, but that’s my life. Now, I know kids that are drunk from 10 AM on, who get high through various channels, and whose grades are..not up to my standards. I could VERY easily be one of those kids. It’s not like when I’m sitting home, writing yet ANOTHER paper, I don’t wish I was out getting drunk and enjoying my life. However, I realize the sacrifices my parents are making to send me to school, and I’m not about to throw that away.
I’m no angel. I do drink, OCCASIONALLY. Maybe once a month. I’m usually sober, even when I go out. However, I buy liquor, which I usually don’t end up drinking myself. It goes to my friends, or to whoever really, but I don’t tend to drink it. The reason why is, I don’t like how it feels to lose control. I’m afraid that if that happened, someone would take advantage of it, so I like to stay on my guard. Besides that, my friends get absolutely plastered, and someone has to make sure they don’t sleep on whatever floor they land on. So even when I’m out attempting to enjoy myself, I end up babysitting somebody.
My mother, who is the queen of all worrywarts, finds a bottle or two, occasionally. She doesn’t ask if it’s mine. She doesn’t ask how long I’ve had it. She doesn’t ask me about what I do with my nights when I go out. She could; I don’t believe in lying to my parents about my life. I would tell her the same thing. However, her immediate conclusion is not only that I’m a reckless drunk, but that I am hiding it from her, which of course leads her to believe I have a drinking problem. I do NOT have a drinking problem. Ask anyone, the last time I was seriously wasted was probably about six months ago, on New Year’s. And before that, six months previous to then, meaning prom weekend. I don’t need to drink. I enjoy it on the occasion, but even when I do, the chances of me getting drunk are negligible.
So this latest argument is about how I’m “giving my dreams up for alcohol,” and how I “need to think about the future because I’m throwing mine away,” and God knows what else. The sad thing is, she really thinks she’s gonna help me make some sort of breakthrough.
This is not the first time I’ve been accused of this shit. She says it every time she finds out I drink. I’m 20 years old, and I have enough self-control to believe I am capable of doing things like drinking without getting out of hand. I have proven this time and time again. I’m just honestly tired of hearing it. T I R E D. I feel like if everyone is going to start accusing me of things I’m not doing, maybe I should start acting in a way that would make those accusations accurate. At least then they would feel satisfied. But I won’t. I have too much to lose by behaving like the average college student. I just wish my parents would understand that college is a different landscape here than it was when they were in school.
