Hello The bright side,
I’m Marge, 68, retiring after 46 years of work. Finally, I can relax, do the garden, or maybe try dancing, without being called back to cover someone else’s responsibilities. But there’s my daughter, Emily, a 28-year-old single, “beauty influencer” whose vlog isn’t doing anything, and who has a 3-year-old son. A sweet and lovable baby, but Emily doesn’t even know who the father is. When he was born, she cried in my arms and promised to change. Didn’t do that. Instead of daycare, I was the substitute. Instead of basic needs, you buy makeup. Instead of parenting, you post hashtags. I was paying for everything: rent, groceries, kids’ food, therapy, toys, internet, until last month, when I said, “I’m done. I’m retiring.”
She called me and begged me to continue working, accusing me of abandoning her and ruining three lives: her own, the child’s life, and her “career.” I said no. Then came the meltdown: “Prepare for the worst, mom!”
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