...I just told my mom. and I don't know if it's good or bad that I told her. It's been a long time since I could just talk to her like she's my friend. Every time I'm in the car with her (just the two of us) she would be the one telling me what's on her mind and I would just listen, occasionally giving my input and my perspective on the situation. Her problems are bigger than mine which is why I barely say anything when she tells me things.
The thing is, my mom gets a little nosy. She was asking about how my friend felt when she broke up with her boyfriend. I felt she really didn't have the right to know because she's my friend and my mom doesn't talk to her and ask her about her love life.
I guess it's my mistake for telling my mom everything. When I was in the 4th or 5th grade my classmates would ask me why I would do such a thing. Maybe it was the fact that I was such a loner in elementary school. Well, I had friends, but not close friends like now. At that age, my mom told me serious stuff so I guess I felt like I should tell her things too.
Man, my childhood memories are becoming blurry to me now.
Well, bottom line is
my mom listened to me not as a mother, but as a friend.
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