This is real shit here. These are truth bombs people need to know. There is art in disobeying your mom. Yes, your mom. Your own mother. The only one in the world who supposedly loves you unconditionally. The one in the world who gives a shit about you the most.
Yet, you gotta disobey her.
My own personal release
It took me 30 years of my life to realize that obeying my mom wholeheartedly would only result in the same thing: Getting nagged at and being faulted on some random shit.
Eventually, I stopped trying anymore. Be it getting a new tattoo or getting my own dinner, a fault will be found.
It hit me like, “It doesn’t matter what I do. For whatever serious it seems, I am somehow wrong anyway.”
So I fucked it. I started to do what I want.
I can say for sure today that I am a lot happier and my relationship with my mom is a lot better.
Again, it’s an art, a very subtle one. Read on to see how it all comes together.
You’re not mommy’s little person anymore
If you’re a grown adult, you’re not her little person anymore.
