I have a...complicated relationship with Star Wars when it comes to my mother. I fell off the fandom deep end when I was 12, and I was the epitome of a selfish spoiled brat - I didn't care about how difficult it was for her as an impoverished widow, all I wanted was her wallet so that I could blow it on Waldenbooks getting EU novels and comics and guidebooks every weekend. Even when she got back into the workforce once I was in high school, I continued just spending all of her hard-earned money on my fandom crap, and she indulged me because I was her only child, I had virtually no friends, and my health sucked.
When I ran off to a too-expensive college with a small trust fund I didn't deserve, I didn't become any more mature; I kept spending money like water and partying my fangirl heart out, collecting pricey SW coffee table books, prop replicas and costumes, and even buying Mark Hamill some flowers. (Another long story.) Now that I'm older and way more exhausted and downtrodden, I don't blame my mother for being bitter about my fandom obsession. It was stupid of me to dive into it to the point where I lacked the wisdom to concern myself over building a decent life first,
then enjoying myself. Star Wars is a lifelong reminder of how badly I screwed myself over, and it makes both of us struggle to this day. If I'd been more financially responsible, she wouldn't be suffering as much as she is now, because I'm her primary caretaker - she's up **** creek with me.
She knows how much I love SW and she tolerates it up to a point, she can joke about it with me and she finds a few things cute (mainly the droids and Chewie). But boy, she will
never let me live down the Hamill flowers to this day.

Sometimes I wish I'd never gotten obsessed with SW, but I can't help it - it's who I am. I have an obsessive nature, I'm bound to fixate on
something, if not that. I mean, better this than drugs and alcohol, etc., she gets that. But I even tried to leave fandom behind for about 4 years and it just...crept back in. I guess it's here to stay for good. It's a weed that can't be uprooted. I love SW and I'll never be able to
not love it.