Trying To Fly, In a Shrinking Cage

Good Thing I Found the Key...

When my parents stress and worry, it gets turned into fear, and then anger. I catch the brunt of it, for sure that is one thing I won’t miss about moving out. Luckily we realize we are a bunch of hot heads and get over it.

I keep telling my dad he has to let me do things on my own so I can learn to be an adult. So any time something doesn’t get done, he tells me to do it because I want to be an adult. He also then goes onto say that my doctor appointment would have gone differently if he had made it for me, and I should listen to him because he’s the parent.

I’m 22, if I can’t make a doctor appointment on my own when I have been for the last five or more years, I’m going to think my parents are doing something wrong. I’m sick of the childish arguments, coming from the “child” in this situation…that’s probably not a good thing.

I understand my parents have tons of wisdom on subjects, and I’m sure there is more that I can learn from them for years to come. But I’d be okay if stuff like this would stop.

I’m thinking is a result of everything breaking lately, and the fact I’m moving in less than a month, and I won’t see them for about six months straight. The longest I’ve gone without seeing them is about 3 months. So, I figure they worry.

I mean between me, the truck fuel line, something to do with water in the house, potentially the transmission in the car, and my mom’s shoulder/arm, I guess I’d be pretty antsy too. I really don’t think it’s going to be all that bad though. We're all pretty tough, in a couple of weeks none of this will matter.