Mama is a housewife, while having a PhD. This is intergenerational trauma.
Beyond lacking a PhD, I cannot be a housewife, if I do not learn how to love, hasn't she? She knows how to fall in love, how to rage, and how to raise a spoiled child.
I'll rather dive into my trash tv, than mimic. Homesick, life-sick, future-sick, expectations-sick.