Parentals
Have you ever gotten in to an argument with you parents? Have you ever told them you hate them? Have you ever thought it? Have you ever meant it?
For me the answers to all those questions is
Yes
When I tell people this, a lot of them tell me the same thing.
“Ohh, please don’t say that!”
“You’ll regret it later.”
“It just seems like there out to get you because they love you, they want the best for you.”
But sometimes, I question wether day do or not. My parents are the kind of parents that believe adults are superior and all children are of low intelligence until they turn 18.
Mother knows best.
Father knows eveything.
Respect your elders they’ll lead you to the right path.
The right path for who? The right path for you, the path I need to go on to meet your expectations, to lie the life YOU want me to live? Or is it the right path for me? The path that will help me choose what I want to do, because I want to do it. For some reason, I don’t think it’s the latter.
My parents think they know so much about me, who al my friends are, what I like to do, how I think. But they don’t. In fact, they know so little about me that it’s sick. My own mother didn’t now I was claustrophobic until like 3 months ago. I’ve been claustrophobic since I was 7.
The truth is my parents don’t care about what I feel, what I believe in, who my friends are. As long as I think how they want to think, feel how they want to think, believe what they want me to believe. I can’t have independence.
They want their daughter to be the best. They want me to be the smartest, the most prettiest, the most social, the most atheletic.
They want their clumsy daughter to be the most atheletic!
They want me to be perfect, and I’m anything but.
I can never have a real conversation with them, never talk about my feelings, when I need someone to go to the parents are on the top of the “People I don’t talk to” list.
And why?
Why can’t they show support, show they care, act like they understand. Why can’t they want the best for me, why do I have to be perfect?
Why can’t they accept mea s the clumsy averagely smart daughter they have?
Why do I hate them so much. when I use to look up to them?
