Christmas was going great. Drake and I spent the night at my mother's on Christmas Eve and Drake and my nephew Quinton awakened to gifts from me and my Mom. Most of Drake's gifts were at our home but he had enough at his Granny's to be satisfied. My Mom cooked a lovely breakfast and everything was going well. Right before I left to attend a business meeting with my brother (Moguls work Holidays too) is when it happened. My Mom started ranting about how me being at her house is like having an additional child. How I don't pick up behind my son and so on. I tried to lighten the mood for Christmas sake and said jokingly "I'm never coming back here you're mean to me" she then began saying I was mean to her, that I am never considerate towards her. Here's were I got irritated. Of all my siblings and there are lots of us, I do the most for her. I assist her with my invalid brother, give her money, run her errands you name it I do it. She knows me well enough to know I'm not lazy I just don't care about Holly Housewife chores, never have. My bedroom in High School always looked like Theo's from The Cosby Show. My current home only gets cleaned when I'm expecting guest. I am not domestic. I am a freaking Mogul in the making for pete's sake and I have never been a girly girl, never. So the fact that she discredits all that I do because my number one concern is not homemaking pisses me off. If she wasn't my mother I would allow her to feel what it's like without all my other help for a few months to teach her a lesson. But I won't because I love her and I know she's just old and ornery. So we argued and I left in a huff without Christmas dinner.
This may sound ridiculous and petty but you must understand the history of my mother and I. She doesn't understand me at all. I understand her completely but she is a stubborn Taurus who can only see things one way at a time. I being an expansive Pisces can understand other people's point of view while still staying true to my own ideals. She has never been able to accept my priorities. I have a dream and I'm led by it. I would rather take a spare grand of my money and invest it in my film career than on designer clothes for my son and I. I buy our clothing at consignment shops and places like Ross or Old Navy. I'd rather give my son a huge party to raise money for his college fund than and opulent birthday party. She thinks I'm a slob and looser, I think I'm a visionary. She believes in the one two step of go to school, get a job. I believe follow your dream and learn to be financially savvy. She was a high end executive who now has nothing to show for her success and I just don't want to become her; old, ornery and broke. She looked and lived fabulous and now she has nothing. So when we fight it's not about picking up toys on Christmas, it's about lifestyle choice. She was really angry that I left mid-Christmas celebration to go take a business meeting.
Drake's Dad arrived to my Mom's house about the time I returned from my meeting to pick Drake up. I explained to him that I would pick Drake up the next day around 8am. The Sitter is still not cleared to be left alone with his son for long stretches of time as he has some t's to cross and i's to dot. So of course when I call him to say I'm on my way he doesn't answer. I just don't care to fight with him anymore so I let it go, but trust this show of disrespect to our agreement will ensure all visits from this point on will be supervised . I don't care to interact with people anymore unless it pertains to business. I have two loves, Drake and film, the rest is a waste of my time.
This may sound ridiculous and petty but you must understand the history of my mother and I. She doesn't understand me at all. I understand her completely but she is a stubborn Taurus who can only see things one way at a time. I being an expansive Pisces can understand other people's point of view while still staying true to my own ideals. She has never been able to accept my priorities. I have a dream and I'm led by it. I would rather take a spare grand of my money and invest it in my film career than on designer clothes for my son and I. I buy our clothing at consignment shops and places like Ross or Old Navy. I'd rather give my son a huge party to raise money for his college fund than and opulent birthday party. She thinks I'm a slob and looser, I think I'm a visionary. She believes in the one two step of go to school, get a job. I believe follow your dream and learn to be financially savvy. She was a high end executive who now has nothing to show for her success and I just don't want to become her; old, ornery and broke. She looked and lived fabulous and now she has nothing. So when we fight it's not about picking up toys on Christmas, it's about lifestyle choice. She was really angry that I left mid-Christmas celebration to go take a business meeting.
Drake's Dad arrived to my Mom's house about the time I returned from my meeting to pick Drake up. I explained to him that I would pick Drake up the next day around 8am. The Sitter is still not cleared to be left alone with his son for long stretches of time as he has some t's to cross and i's to dot. So of course when I call him to say I'm on my way he doesn't answer. I just don't care to fight with him anymore so I let it go, but trust this show of disrespect to our agreement will ensure all visits from this point on will be supervised . I don't care to interact with people anymore unless it pertains to business. I have two loves, Drake and film, the rest is a waste of my time.
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