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I am so mad I could spit nails!
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Background: My husband and I lived in this crappy little house when we got pregnant, and my mom was living waaay out in the country by herself. Â She's partially disabled, but works full-time as an itinerant special ed teacher. Â And, she does freelance work on the weekends out of the house. Â So, mom sold her house, gave us 70,000 for the down payment, and moved in with us when we all bought a new house together. She has an "apartment" on her "side" of the house (kitchenette, bathroom w/W/D, bedroom, living room, walk-in closet) but I fix all the meals, do all the heavy cleaning for her, run her errands, do all her shopping, take her to her doctor's appointments, etc. Â
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My husband got laid off the week we closed on the mortgage for the new house, and was out of work for 11 months. Â He makes 3x what I do, as an employee of a major government homeland security contractor. I teach online college classes on the side, which really saved our bacon when J was laid off. Mom helped pay for the "incidentals" in building a house, to the tune of about $15,000, and helped us out sometimes during that almost-year my husband was laid off. We're already paying her back at 500/month, plus free utilities, food, etc.Â
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My mother and I have this recurring argument:
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Mom: Gwen needs to go to daycare.Â
Me: Why?Â
Mom: So she can learn to rely on herself.Â
Me: Why? She's 3! Â
Mom: She needs to socialize with other kids.Â
Me: I went to full-time daycare at 2, and I suck at socializing.Â
Mom: It doesn't mean it won't help her.
Me: It doesn't mean it will. Â
Mom: When are you going to finish your teaching degree?Â
Me: I don't know. Why?
Mom: You need a real job.
Me: What? My teaching isn't a real job?
Mom: You know what I mean. You don't have to get up and go to work every day.
Me: No, I have to make myself work, instead of having someone look over my shoulder.Â
Mom: It's still not a real job. Â
Me: You want Gwen to go to daycare so I can work in a public school classroom?
Mom: No, I want Gwen to go to daycare so she'll want to go to school.
Me: I'm sure she'll want to go to school. Â I'm not sure I want her to go to public school.
Mom: I'm not sure she'll want to. She'll pick up on your anxiety, just like daycare.
Me: I worked very hard to cover my anxiety.
Mom: She's a smart kid, she knows.
Me: She's got a long time before that's an issue. Frankly, I'm not sure public school is all it's cracked up to be.
Mom: As if you would know! Don't you want to work in a public school?
Me: I'm not sure that I do, no. You don't work in a "regular" classroom, either. You're itinerant. You don't know what's like, either.
Mom: I can take care of myself, at least. What are you planning to do?
Me: Jobs with pensions are long-gone.
Mom: What, they're not going to hire teachers any more?
Me: The last few teachers to get hired in my field waited 17+ years to get hired in this county.
Mom: So what were you going to do?Â
Me: I was going to look for an online school to teach for. Â The only reason I'd work in a public school is to help pay off my student loans.
Mom:Â You need health insurance, and retirement.
Me: I have a 401(k), same as J. Â J carries the health insurance.
Mom: What if you don't have J? Can you pay your own bills then?
Me: Mom, how much do new teachers make?
Mom: About 28,000, more or less.
Me: Mom, I make about 20% more than that.
Mom: So you're telling me that if you don't have J's income any more, that you wouldn't need money?
Me: Why are we talking about J and I getting divorced? Â No, I wouldn't need money. Â I could pay all my own bills.
Mom: What about the house payment?
Me: Well, I assume that if J and I got divorced, we'd sell the house.
Mom: Well, I want my money back.Â
Me: You'd get your money back when we sell the house.Â
Mom: So if Jason lost his job, you wouldn't ever need to ask me for money?
Me: I'm glad to see that your concern for Gwen going to daycare is predicated on your own concern for your income.
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This usually ends with me stomping away like a sullen teenager. Â I hate, hate, hate this argument, and yet I see no way out. Â Help!!!









