A Clearer Picture

My inspiration for writing has dwindled since I started posting here. It’s probably for the best considering how angry I was when I started. I’ve been thinking a lot about how my relationship with my parents has devolved. I’ve also been reading this blog I happened upon. It’s mostly poetry from a young woman convinced that her parents do not accept her ‘as is’. I don’t know any real details, but her writing has refreshed my perspective on parents. I hope her writing is helping her as much as it is helping me.

As cliché as it sounds, The Breakfast Club was, for a long time, my favorite movie. The odd thing however, is that I really didn’t have any problems with my parents until I started college. Compared to The Breakfast Club I thought my parents were pretty normal. We had arguments while I was growing up, but I hadn’t acquired this hostility until long after I was out from under their roof. I got to college and started seeing how my friends interacted with their parents, and only then did I see the failings of my own guardians. It was most obvious when a friend of mine’s father offered to help me pay for school if I needed it. He wasn’t filthy rich; he just saw something my parents didn’t. I think that’s when I started to reevaluate their role in my life.