just minishorts.

Now that things have settled down, and my boyfriend and my mum are speaking to each other again (and him and me being all cosy again), it's quite fun to look back on the funny things Mum said to me.

But I suppose it's a woman thing, you know, how woman can't take things as they are, literally? My mother was like that at the peak of the syndrome attack. Oh, you know, she went to my Grandma (who has heaps of experiences before her, having had 14 children of her own), and told her about her defiant daughter (that's me).

I've seen Mum do this before, and my grandma would always be saying the same old mantra, 'Dear, your daughter's all grown up already, you need to let her make her own decisions. She's got her own life to lead.'

So there. That's just a very normal line, right?

Usually Mum would nod her head and say, 'Yeah, true, I can rely on her now.'

But but but, when we argue, Mum would magically pluck my Granny's words from memory, and throw them back at me, in an odd and twisted way, 'Your grandmother also said that I shouldn't bother with you anymore because you're all grown up and you won't let me into your decisions anymore.'

Weird.

I try to remind myself, that it's just a woman thing. I've done it before too anyway. You know, the normal stuff. Thing is, the difference with Mum and I, I don't speak my grievances out loud.

Him: It's pointless to argue over this matter, we can't seem to see eye-to-eye anyway. Let's just leave this.
Me: You don't love me anymore. You don't even want to discuss things with me anymore.
Him: So what do you want to eat tonight?
Me: Why must he ask? Shouldn't he already know?
Him: OK, I'm a bit tired. Maybe I'll get home earlier tonight.
Me: He's pretending to be tired because he doesn't want to see me anymore. He's got tired of me.

Actually, Mum and me have that odd case too. My mum, however, says her interpretation of what I say outloud.

Me: Ma, I can't talk in the office for too long. My bosses will notice.
She: What kind of boss are you working for? Mother also cannot talk to meh?
Me: Ma, I'm going out for dinner with the bf's family. I'll be back later. Would you like something?
She: OK-lah, you have another family already. You don't even have to worry about my meals anymore.

There was once a classic situation, when I came back from a dinner with his family, and Mum asked a normal question, 'So was the dinner good?'

And I said, 'Yeah. His mum can cook very well. It was a great dinner.'

(I didn't mean anything bad, OK? I just didn't want her to worry.)

Mum's reply shocked me to the bones, 'I know lah, my cooking just isn't as good.'

Oh man. Tough times.