kaylalallama:

If I asked for a toy and my parents said no, I wouldn’t argue. I’d just put it back and move on with my day. If they told me to do something, I’d do it. If they told me I was doing badly in school because I was being lazy and acting irresponsibly, I’d believe them and mentally beat myself up for it. If they told me I wouldn’t succeed in life because of what I wanted to choose for a career, I’d believe them.

Some of these are still true today. I do fight back (read: reason with) my mother occasionally. It’s not if I don’t get my way but if what she’s telling me isn’t right. Over the past year, I’ve learned how to stand up for myself, but I’m still weak.

And that whole “once you’re eighteen, you don’t have to listen to your parents” thing? That’s bullshit. I’d still listen to them. They’re my parents. When I turn eighteen next month, they’ll still be my parents. However, it’s my choice to listen to them and to choose whether or not I’ll do what they tell me. I know what’s good for me, but I still rely on them for some things.

I’m growing up, and it’s kind of scary, but I can’t stop it.

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