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⌈ Secret Post #6592 ⌋

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Re: An epiphany about my parents.

[(Anonymous)]

I no longer live in my hometown, so I'm sort of low contact by default. We communicate mostly by text and e-mail, I do make brief visits home and make an effort to keep conversation on more innocuous subjects. I tell them almost nothing about my personal life and keep everything bland. Work is fine, it's busy, etc. The sad part is... they don't really ask? They seem content with frequent reassurances that don't give much detail or depth.

They're a little improved now that they're empty nesters, but I cannot tell them when I actually have a problem because they will just freak out, ask a billion anxious questions and make me feel worse about whatever situation I'm in. I don't ask them for help because it's just not worth it. A lot of people in my position spend their whole lives chasing their parents' approval and love and never giving up - I learned early on that this would only lead to misery. Our relationship works within strict limits, anything more and it'd get messy. I do wish it didn't have to be this way, but it's not really my choice.