Dear Mum,

The other day, you yelled at me when I brought up the ‘M’ word in our conversation. You told me that the global economy was flailing, that borrowing rates in America would drop to 0% interest, that I was stupid for wanting to fix rates for a portion of my loan in such a volatile market. You accused me of being a smartarse and not listening to you, before telling me to ‘do whatever I wanted’ in a tone that suggested that if I did choose to ignore your advice, I would not be welcome at your house; any progress we had made towards reconciliation since the day I left home unmarried would be made redundant. Continue reading →