Today, I am feeling a whirlwind of emotions—mostly anger and sadness. My mom, whom I trusted as my Power of Attorney for medical decisions, has been meddling in my financial affairs without my consent. I recently discovered that she instructed Jackie to change out my last debit card, and I’m not even supposed to have access to it. This revelation has left me feeling betrayed and upset. It’s frustrating to realize that my own mother has been pulling the strings behind my back. I’m 54 years old, and I should have control over my financial decisions.
This situation has also brought up old wounds from my past. I remember when my mom moved to New Mexico in 1982, leaving behind our life in Milton, Wisconsin. Before that, she moved to Richland Center with her boyfriend Lonnie, who gave me two barrettes and a beach towel for my 10th birthday. The day she packed up and left was incredibly painful, and I still carry that hurt with me today.
I’m struggling to process these emotions, but I know that writing them down helps me understand and cope with my feelings. Maybe tomorrow will bring some clarity and peace, but for now, I’m allowing myself to feel the anger and sadness. It’s okay to feel this way, and I deserve to express my emotions.