The difference between our love ones and the strangers — for me — is that our loved ones were made to be our supporters bc the world is enough to hurt you. But now, we are telling our lovers the misery we live in, including our parents that hurt us.
I understand they had a tough life but they must understand, that we too have our first time on this earth. We are not perfect. They too might have made some mistakes, right? Then why do they expect us to solve every issue like we were born with magic wands?
Someday, I'll write to all parents —’please, understand your children’. I know they are concerned but concern isn't mentioning their mistakes over and over again which were long forgotten. Love doesn't keep a record of misdeeds.
People talk about evil children abandoning their parents but nobody talks about parents which make their own children's life a living hell, and how they kill their own child with taunts. No support, no motivation, no help and yet, we are expected to touch a mountain peak.
And they say, you're exaggerating. I'm sorry, I don't have a smooth life. I have so much to deal with and people wonder, why my writing bleeds sorrow.
