The relationship I have with my parents is a strange bizarre one.
Like there are times when I feel they are open towards me. Like for example, when I got my first tattoo there was barely a hoohah and they were even quite interested in my others after that. And then there are times when I feel I can't talk to them AT ALL. Like when I was in a dilemma to change jobs or not.
I feel suffocated by their expectations at times. On other occasions, they try to make leeways for me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it has not always been consistent. So now with this big and looming piece of news, I find it hard to decide when/what/how to say what I wanna say. It's not just conveying the news, it's letting them know the rationale behind it and that it's not their fault, I just want to grow up and be on my own for abit.
Let's hope tonight goes well. If not, I guess we have already prepared for the worst and I'm ready to leave the nest!
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