Why is being a human so difficult.
Why is filled with thing that you do that you don’t want to do.
Why are most relationships in life so traumatizing, and by relationships I mean with my parents, nothing over the top.
Every second of every day my parents are disappointed in me from the bottom of thier heart.
Yes I was supposed to move out, but I have cat and a dog whom I love beyond anything and love me back.
And I’m not able to move out, not because I will miss them. Nobody understands those two babies like I do, no one will be able to extend the empathy I do to those two beautiful souls.
Yes I could take them with me, but finding a place with roommates okay with dogs and cats and the right space and rehabilitation for them might be too much. They have huge garden to play and poop and pee. And my cat is an outdoor cat.
So I’m trying to stay with my family.
But every day it makes me want to give up. But how can I leave my babies.
My parents really are decently nice people but not so good parents.
I think my father is filled with more ego than love, he needs to be right all the time.
When I do move out I don’t think I ever will have the need or want to talk to him ever in my entier life.
