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masondoggy
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Oh wow, can I relate to your dilemma! BTDT!
Your mom sounds so much like my mom, it’s amazing. About 2 years ago, DH got offered a promising job in North Carolina, that would have been his stepping stone to his dream job that he’s wanted to do all his life. Something he could never do in Ohio.
Well, let’s just say that I broke the news to my mom in the car and immediately she started driving like a bat out of hell and didn’t speak to me again until the day before we left. I heard all the same junk like you…breaking up family, family’s should stick together, children shouldn’t move away from their parents…She was an absolute mental mess. I can’t even describe.
We lived there for 2 months and DH lost his job because a new manager was hired in that didn’t like him. So, just like that he was let go. Here we were 500 miles away from home, limited $$, no job. We had barely enough $$ to rent a moving truck and pay for gas to get home. It was devastating for us. And it really set us back. We were literally homeless with 3 kids. Thank God, He was looking out for us and DH had a friend with an empty apt. that he let us move into until we could get back on our feet.
Almost a year later, my mom and I went out to dinner with some relatives and she proudly told the whole table about how she had prayed and prayed and prayed for her family to return and her prayers were answered. I was LIVID. Here she was happy and proud that I had been through so much hell. Maybe she wasn’t happy that I was miserable, but she was happy that she got her way. And I had to fight the urge, for a long time, to be angry at God for answering her prayers at our expense. And let me tell you, we paid a huge price for her prayers to be answered.
My relationship with my mom has never been the same. We used to be very close, but I have not been able to get over the anger over the way she behaved when we moved. I have prayed and asked God to help me. Sometimes I think the anger is healed, but then it comes back again whenever I really sit and think about it.
What it all comes down to is that I feel trapped. I DO NOT want to live where we are and I’m furious that my mother can’t support me in whatever I do and allow me to spread my wings and live my own life without a guilt trip and drama class to go with it. So here we are, stuck in OH. And I don’t think I’d ever have it in me to make that step again because I know I won’t get any ounce of support from my family. And it makes me angry.
Anyways…guess I’m rambling on.
Just wanted to let you know that I know exactly how you feel and I have lived with the aftermath. All I can say is to do what is right for you and your husband. Eventually, your mom will learn to live with it. Your really not going to be that far away. You can visit on weekends. 
Your mom sounds so much like my mom, it’s amazing. About 2 years ago, DH got offered a promising job in North Carolina, that would have been his stepping stone to his dream job that he’s wanted to do all his life. Something he could never do in Ohio.
Well, let’s just say that I broke the news to my mom in the car and immediately she started driving like a bat out of hell and didn’t speak to me again until the day before we left. I heard all the same junk like you…breaking up family, family’s should stick together, children shouldn’t move away from their parents…She was an absolute mental mess. I can’t even describe.
We lived there for 2 months and DH lost his job because a new manager was hired in that didn’t like him. So, just like that he was let go. Here we were 500 miles away from home, limited $$, no job. We had barely enough $$ to rent a moving truck and pay for gas to get home. It was devastating for us. And it really set us back. We were literally homeless with 3 kids. Thank God, He was looking out for us and DH had a friend with an empty apt. that he let us move into until we could get back on our feet.
Almost a year later, my mom and I went out to dinner with some relatives and she proudly told the whole table about how she had prayed and prayed and prayed for her family to return and her prayers were answered. I was LIVID. Here she was happy and proud that I had been through so much hell. Maybe she wasn’t happy that I was miserable, but she was happy that she got her way. And I had to fight the urge, for a long time, to be angry at God for answering her prayers at our expense. And let me tell you, we paid a huge price for her prayers to be answered.
My relationship with my mom has never been the same. We used to be very close, but I have not been able to get over the anger over the way she behaved when we moved. I have prayed and asked God to help me. Sometimes I think the anger is healed, but then it comes back again whenever I really sit and think about it.
What it all comes down to is that I feel trapped. I DO NOT want to live where we are and I’m furious that my mother can’t support me in whatever I do and allow me to spread my wings and live my own life without a guilt trip and drama class to go with it. So here we are, stuck in OH. And I don’t think I’d ever have it in me to make that step again because I know I won’t get any ounce of support from my family. And it makes me angry.
Anyways…guess I’m rambling on.