When I have kids I’m going to do something that I was deprived of my entire childhood so far. I’m going to actually listen to them and I’m going to hear what they say. I am surrounded by people who barely listen let alone hear anything I say.
I am embarking on a journey that will most probably change my life. It is a journey I have been preparing for my whole life. Every humiliation, every moment that made me feel like dirt, all the work I put into fixing myself and my world has led me to this. Yet it is these people that were suppose to help me on my way who I resent the most. For not preparing me enough, for not understanding, for not hearing my screams for help. They failed me, but even more…
I failed them. It is my fault, sometimes I stay up for hours blaming myself, beating myself up for not being who they wanted me to be. I chose a different path. A path they do not understand. A path I cannot expect them to understand. Yet still I am angry… Still I am furious…
When I have kids, they’ll if nothing else at least know what it’s like to be listened to and heard…
