Being my parent.
Being my parent is a weird job. It contains being arrogant, stubborn, narrow-minded, childish and arrogant. In short, that is. I don’t want to go and make this an ultra long post, so I’ll do it in short.
Being my parent = Only thinking about yourself and how you feel. Not being close with your own children, not understanding them, being constantly aware of other people’s view on you and wanting to change your children to be what you want them to be.
It equals not listening, not making your children feel like they can come to you with anything, because if they do, they’ll get judged and looked down upon.
Being my parent means acting like you’re better than anyone else and hiding every tiny thing, that might make people think otherwise. It means raising your kids poorly and never talking to them, making them feel not safe and insecure about themselves.. It means being inconsiderate and embarrassed about your daughter being different.
It means that you think you can dumb everything on your child, when you’re not even there for them. It means trying to project the feeling of being one big happy family when in reality, some people even feel left out and unwanted.
It means shutting up when there’s a problem in your marriage, then going to a party, finding someone else, falling head over heels, wait two days, then tell your husband and call your youngest daughter. Then making her sit and listen to her father talking about being trashed and his whole life being torn apart, and her mum talking about how in love she is..
It means that you have the arrogance to just sit and say your life is ended without having anything left for your three daughters, who’ll love and support you no matter what. It means starting to yell at Christmas Eve, making your wife cry, your daughter want to leave and ruining all evening.
And finally it means after a big problem, we just don’t talk about it anymore. It means apparently forgetting everything, and not listening to your family and the problems there are within it -.-
