OMFG

My mother is insane. I swear. I bring up the topic of New York, of the possibility of me going there next year - not necessarily forever, just a chance to breathe, a chance to be myself at long last - and what does she say? She says - and this is a direct quote, no lie - "Well, honey, why don't you meet some nice boy there and you can get married when your exams are finished and you can get citizenship? You can always get divorced after the two years."
There is no emoticon created in heaven or hell that can even remotely describe the expression my face is still wearing.
But it means she'll let me go to NY. For two years. On my own.
Faced with the prospect of not only absolute freedom but potential happiness, what am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to feel?

Roses are red and carnations are pink.
I want to get married...
What do you think?