… it’s the transition that’s troublesome.”
– Isaac Asimov
Dear Mom and Dad,
There are a lot of things that I want to say to you, but can’t, or won’t, for many reasons.
I love you both for your values, your strength and tenacity, your volume and your quiet. I love you for being the first person to stand up for me whenever anyone doubts me.
I hate you both for choosing work over your child, for making me feel like an outsider in my own family, for treating me like I am inferior to my peers.
I resent that you hold my education over my head. If I had known that you would feel this meant you owned my life, I never would have agreed to let you pay for it.
Some of these things cannot be changed any more, and some of them have created such resentment in me that I don’t know how to pry it loose.
Fester, fester, fester. Rot, rot, rot.
I am ready to let go of these resentments, to move on with my life. To grow up and take care of myself.
This is something that I need to do.
I understand that you think this is a mistake — I have heard and considered the wisdom of your experience. I even understand that I may well be making a mistake, but I still believe that this is where I need to go with my life.
There are things that you want from me, that you ask me to do, that I am not ready to do yet. A house is not a responsibility that I am prepared to take on right now.
Please, please accept that I am an adult now. It’s time I started making my own mistakes.
Your loving daughter,
Moi.
