My mom called me this afternoon to tell me that she and my father have decided to sell the house. Apparently they've had an offer to purchase far above the value of the house. Our house is beautiful and my mom designed it herself 29 years ago. It sits top a hill with a ravine fringing the road and the backyard porch overlooks all of toronto including the CN Tower and the network of green ravines leading from the suburbs to the downtown area. I'm very attached to this house and still carry many vivid associative memories. My father doesn't want to sell it but my mom is far less attached or so she thinks she is. In my family, my mother is the impulsive one, while my father has always been the cool minded rational thinker.
I get a lot of guilt tripping from my mother. It's pretty much non-stop. I love my parents deeply but, I do have a lot of difficulty dealing with it sometimes. Today's guilt trip involved my mom illiterating how she has to sell the house because it's not like she has children living in it, all her children left the nest, and I have failed in my daughterly duty to fill the house again with a next generation of rambunctious grandchildren. So, essentially, she's selling the house because I didn't become a suburban homemaker. I'm such a black sheep. Actually, I'm not a sheep at all which makes it far worse.
She promised me that she would keep my baby grand, my beautiful piano.
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