the post about driving and dependency

i moved in with my mom when i was about eleven years old.

there's a few key facts about mom. she would lie about everything and anything. she would burn bridges whenever she was inconvenienced. and she was obsessed with her kids needing her.

she instilled that into us for a long, long time.

she would hammer it into my mind that i needed her. that i'd always be with her. that i could always live with her. this lasted until i was in my mid-twenties.

eventually, i escaped, but the things she said still haunt me. the other day, my sister told me that mom told her that she didn't think i could ever learn how to drive.

it's been years now, but i finally got my driver's license this week. it's one of the first achievements of my life, because of how trapped i was. but for the first time in my life, i don't really feel trapped anymore.