My plan for the A - Z Challenge is to write every post as if it were a diary entry by a character from my WIP. Today's post comes from Leah Walker.
There is a very good reason I only phone home once every two weeks, and it's nothing to do with the price of the calls to my Skype-allergic parents.
Every conversation starts out with grand declarations about how much we miss each other, and it's true - I miss my family like crazy. But by the time the call is almost over, I remember every reason I moved so far away.
The problem with my mother is that she thinks everyone should be oh-so-grateful to live in such a beautiful part of the world. I am. I was. But I was never the girl who wanted to stay in a dead-end town with no opportunities just to please my parents.
So, I have to deal with the guilt trips. Among my mother's favourite lines are:
"I suppose England is too boring for you to visit now you live in big ol' Los Angeles."
"The children really miss you, Jamie talks about you all the time." (Jamie is my nephew, and just about the sweetest child ever. This line cripples me every time I hear it, because it rips my heart out when I think about how much I miss him.)
"We can barely remember what you look like, it's been so long since we've seen you."
"Your father had another doctor's appointment this week." (I should point out, there is nothing wrong with my dad aside from high blood pressure and he takes tablets to keep it under control.)
and my personal favourite:
"It's so selfish of you to be so far away. We need you here."
Ha. They don't need me! They can get along with their lives just fine without me. They managed while I was away at Uni, and when I lived in London.
I get it. I am their youngest child, their only daughter. They think that because I live so far away - even though I make every effort to stay in touch - that somehow I don't care anymore and it makes me crazy.
Am I not supposed to enjoy my new life, just so my parents think I still love them? Is me being miserable the only way I can prove that I miss them? Geez, I tell them every chance I get, but it still isn't enough.
And I get to go through it all over again in two weeks. Yay.