And then it hit me. Maybe I am meant to live by myself, forever. That they are saying ok, but not really. That they say go but deep inside, they don’t approve. What should I do to make them be ok. I feel like I’ve done everything I can to make them accept but I guess it is not enough. I’m almost 30 for crying out loud. Why can’t I do anything without them worrying. I mean, I get that, that’s their job, to worry. But come on. Sigh.
I am too tired to explain.