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*actual conversation with my mother*

Me: That acting bug's rearing it's head again.

Mother: Squash it.

Me: *look* You know you do that all the time, you stifle me.

Mother: I do not

Me: Do too. When I wanted to be a politician you laughed, when I said I wanted to be an actress you kept giving me looks, when I wanted to move to Philly you told me no. I'm twenty-two, in a time when most people are discovering who they are but I can't because I'm stuck with mummy.

Mother: What happens if you go away and I get sick and die? They'll bury me in Potter's Field.

Me: I'd come back.

Mother: When Grandma dies you're all I have.

Me: So when I am I supposed to live my life? When you're dead and gone and I'm too old for it to matter? I want to follow my dreams....hell I want to be able to dream without you killing them.

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Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

*actual conversation with my mother*

Me: That acting bug’s rearing it’s head again.

Mother: Squash it.

Me: *look* You know you do that all the time, you stifle me.

Mother: I do not

Me: Do too. When I wanted to be a politician you laughed, when I said I wanted to be an actress you kept giving me looks, when I wanted to move to Philly you told me no. I’m twenty-two, in a time when most people are discovering who they are but I can’t because I’m stuck with mummy.

Mother: What happens if you go away and I get sick and die? They’ll bury me in Potter’s Field.

Me: I’d come back.

Mother: When Grandma dies you’re all I have.

Me: So when I am I supposed to live my life? When you’re dead and gone and I’m too old for it to matter? I want to follow my dreams….hell I want to be able to dream without you killing them.