And as I’m wishing I could get out of it and worrying that I can’t fall asleep, I found this Captain Awesome blog:
I want to say that I know how hard it is to open your home and your heart to parents who seem to take pleasure in criticizing your adulthood.
I know what it’s like when you clean up to the best of your energy, groom yourself to the point of snapping a proud selfie, and cook with the finest things you can afford… and instead of appreciating these gestures of love and respect, your parents comment that you’ve ruined your hair, that they don’t like your weight, and they don’t see why you live in this dump. I know that this stings like a slapped face, and that for days afterward you’ll be probing this hurt, feeling around its edges like a bruise, unable to let it go.
“This little world you’ve built for yourself is total crap!” is never going to be something you’re grateful to hear.
so. On. Point.
that is all. Wish me luck!