I craved adventure and freedom, but it came at the cost of my mother’s tears. One day, she put my car in her storage unit to punish me for coming home late. I did what any 17-year-old boy would do.
I stole the keys to the unit to retrieve my car, but what I found hidden there shattered my heart like glass.
Do you love your mother? What a silly question to ask! I often dreaded coming home, you know.
Mom’s questions fired at me the moment I walked in. “Where were you, Eddie? Why are you late?
Bla bla bla!” I couldn’t understand why she was suffocating me with her constant concern. If only I’d known then what I know now, I would’ve given anything to hear her scold me again. It was the autumn of 2021.
I was 17, craving adventure and independence. Every day, it was the same routine. I’d barely get my key in the lock before my mom Charlotte’s voice would ring out from inside.
“Eddie? Is that you?”
I’d brace myself, knowing what was coming next. The moment I stepped through that door, she’d be there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, brimming with tears.
God, not again! I’d roll my eyes. “I was worried sick, and you don’t even care.
How could you be so irresponsible?”
The questions came rapid-fire, each one making me feel smaller, more suffocated. I’d try to answer, but my words always seemed to fall short. “I was just out with friends, Mom.
We lost track of time.”
“Lost track of time? Eddie, you know better than that. This is unacceptable.
You need to start taking me seriously.”
“I’m 17, Mom. You don’t need to worry about me every second.”
But she did worry. Every.
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