Last Saturday afternoon, my mother mentioned a family thing on Sunday morning that I had not known about. I already had other plans, so I politely bowed out. Saturday night and Sunday morning, she left me two voicemails with further details and phrasing that strongly suggested that she expected me to be there. However, my phone was in my bag, and I didn’t see the missed calls until the whole thing was moot. By that time, I was running around getting ready for things this week, and I just forgot to drop her a line to let her know I’d gotten the messages late.
Last night, she sent me the following email (spoilered to avoid WALL OF TEXT critting your eyes):
[spoiler]Many years ago, as I think you know, your dad and I went to see Jay Lastname (he was marriage counselor #3). After a few months, your dad stopped going but I continued going by myself – I found Jay’s advice very helpful.
There were a couple of specific things that happened the year you turned four that made me realize I had to divorce your dad. One of them was this: Your dad used to make a great deal of noise when he came home from work in the middle of the night. I explained to your dad over and over again that I really needed my sleep at night – Jack nursed every two hours for his first several months, and you were waking up early, and being a mom of two was exhausting. I further explained to your dad (over and over again) that I always slept with one ear open, as it were, in case something should happen and you or your brother should need me. Because I was sleeping so lightly, therefore, your dad’s very loud clomping footsteps and rattling of the doorknob in our room invariably startled me awake and it took forever for me to settle down and go back to sleep. Every time I explained all this, I then asked your dad to please try to step more softly and open the door more slowly and carefully when he came in late at night, which was pretty much every night.
So during one session – this was after your dad stopped going to Jay, but I continued – I was telling Jay about how your dad continued to make so much noise when he came in at night, even though I’d repeatedly asked him not to and had explained why it was important to me that he let me sleep. And Jay looked at me and said, “Jon’s not stupid. He understands exactly what you’re saying. And yet he chooses not to do this thing that is so important to you. What does that tell you?”
Fast forward to now. Ever since you got your first cell phone – so that’s, what, 7-8-9 years ago? – I have been explaining to you that it is important to me that you return my calls/reply to my texts, and why it’s important to me. And there are still times when you still don’t return my calls/reply to my texts. And I can almost hear Jay saying to me, “Megan’s not stupid. She understands exactly what you’re saying. And yet she chooses not to do this thing that is so important to you. What does that tell you?”
So, Meg – what does this tell me?
Still love you, even though I’m sad.[/spoiler]
Epic chain of emails ensued. Note that I am going to be seeing her this weekend anyway and that between the time of the unreturned messages and this email, I *did *respond to a different message from her. I’d like to get some outside perspective. Is Mom just being manipulative here, or was I really that out of line to not reply?