The thing is, I miss my parents every single day. You don’t get over it, you don’t ever stop loving them, you don’t ever stop wanting them to love you. I still want my mum when I get sick or when my stomach hurts, I still want to call her when I make something yummy or when I’ve achieved something and say “hey, you raised me, look how well I’m doing.” But the thing is, my parents never accepted me and that kind of constant pressure means that eventually it explodes. A lot of it is culture and pride unfortunately and I struggle with the idea that those things can’t be sacrificed for love. And don’t get me wrong, they were amazing parents. My mum and dad loved me endlessly and for whatever reason, they couldn’t carry on loving me when I chose to accept and be myself.
Published on March 25, 2018 06:21