When my mom says things like
"You can't trust the world, you don't know what's out there"
and
"You can't trust boys because at the end of the day they're all the same"
what she's really saying is
"I can't trust you."
For my entire life I've done what I was told without question. I've always gotten good grades, I was always seen as responsible and honest and trustworthy. You raised me to be that way. You raised me with good and strong values and a sense of right and wrong. You raised me to know how to stand up for myself and how to protect my own self-worth. And yet I am trapped in this house. I can't go anywhere except for school, I'm not allowed to go out with my boyfriend who I've been dating for two years now, whose family I only just met because you finally decided to give me a little leeway, if we hang out here we can't sit too close to each other or even rest our heads on each other's shoulders because that's "inappropriate," when in fact there are a number of teenagers out there right now doing things that are truly inappropriate.
You somehow always manage to putdown the first and only person I can truly say I love, and you always manage to find something wrong. And every time that you do I can't help but feel like something in my chest just falls and shatters. He is the sweetest, funniest, most loving and caring person I have ever met. He's truthful, real, determined, and the most hard working person I know. He may have flaws to you, and he may not seem perfect to you but to me he is. I would not expect you to understand though. You always talk about how you didn't date anyone and how you never had a boyfriend and how you and dad were arranged to be married before you even met. Well guess what. This is the year 2011. It is not illegal to have a boyfriend, and nor does it make you an improper, valueless, irresponsible person.
Parents tend to raise their children in the same way that their parents raised them. That's all fine and good. You have been doing that with us. But you have to realize that we're getting older now. Me especially being the oldest. You raised us a certain way and we remember everything you've taught us and everything you've instilled in us. It's time to start letting go of the leash now. Let me do somethings on my own and for myself. You know what I especially find funny? I can come home late and tell you that I was out having dinner with my friends from school and you won't question it. But if I were to say I was out having dinner with Brandon you'd flip. Why is that? The same exact situation and yet there's a problem. Why? Why is that such a big deal?
You're going to have to start getting use to the idea of me doing things on my own. One day I will get married. And the idea of Brandon is something you'll have to get used to. Cause you know why? He's going to ask me to marry him one day and when he does I will say yes. There's nothing you can do to change that.
"You can't trust the world, you don't know what's out there"
and
"You can't trust boys because at the end of the day they're all the same"
what she's really saying is
"I can't trust you."
For my entire life I've done what I was told without question. I've always gotten good grades, I was always seen as responsible and honest and trustworthy. You raised me to be that way. You raised me with good and strong values and a sense of right and wrong. You raised me to know how to stand up for myself and how to protect my own self-worth. And yet I am trapped in this house. I can't go anywhere except for school, I'm not allowed to go out with my boyfriend who I've been dating for two years now, whose family I only just met because you finally decided to give me a little leeway, if we hang out here we can't sit too close to each other or even rest our heads on each other's shoulders because that's "inappropriate," when in fact there are a number of teenagers out there right now doing things that are truly inappropriate.
You somehow always manage to putdown the first and only person I can truly say I love, and you always manage to find something wrong. And every time that you do I can't help but feel like something in my chest just falls and shatters. He is the sweetest, funniest, most loving and caring person I have ever met. He's truthful, real, determined, and the most hard working person I know. He may have flaws to you, and he may not seem perfect to you but to me he is. I would not expect you to understand though. You always talk about how you didn't date anyone and how you never had a boyfriend and how you and dad were arranged to be married before you even met. Well guess what. This is the year 2011. It is not illegal to have a boyfriend, and nor does it make you an improper, valueless, irresponsible person.
Parents tend to raise their children in the same way that their parents raised them. That's all fine and good. You have been doing that with us. But you have to realize that we're getting older now. Me especially being the oldest. You raised us a certain way and we remember everything you've taught us and everything you've instilled in us. It's time to start letting go of the leash now. Let me do somethings on my own and for myself. You know what I especially find funny? I can come home late and tell you that I was out having dinner with my friends from school and you won't question it. But if I were to say I was out having dinner with Brandon you'd flip. Why is that? The same exact situation and yet there's a problem. Why? Why is that such a big deal?
You're going to have to start getting use to the idea of me doing things on my own. One day I will get married. And the idea of Brandon is something you'll have to get used to. Cause you know why? He's going to ask me to marry him one day and when he does I will say yes. There's nothing you can do to change that.
