Parental Discretion

I had a wonderful weekend get away filled with a lot of fun. There was only one thing that brought me down. Everywhere I looked, I saw families. It reminded me of my family, or lack there of (depending on the way you look at it). I had so many stories I wanted to share about my wacky shenanigans at Disneyland, but I just can’t do it because of what I found when I got home.

Yesterday, I got home feeling completely refreshed and ready to work my butt off again. I saw the answering machine blinking and pushed play. It said I had 13 new messages. Two were from clients wanting to switch their appointment times, and the rest… well, they were from my… delightful mother. All of them were from the day before, and each one got worse and worse.

I get it, they think I’m a horrible daughter. I wish there was something I could do to change their opinion, but I guess there isn’t. I’ve tried my best , and apparently it isn’t enough. It’s never enough. I’ve always been respectful of them, and I’ve never done anything really bad that I can think of that would make them think I was horrible. The only thing they hate me for is my choice in career (but lets face it, this is my calling).

I wish my parents would be a little more mindful of what they say because it’s really starting to get to me. I need to find a way to better our relationship (although I’m not sure it’s possible) because I don’t want it to be like this forever.