They say that you are not really an adult until you finally see your parents as flawed....once you see the mistakes they have made and continue to make, you see them as regular people and have crossed some imaginary into adulthood....
Remind me to hit the person who said this right upside the fucking head with a brick....
The only problem with finally making this observation is having to deal with the fallout from it. The reasons and rationale for your own flaws and mistakes; and having to hold up that proverbial mirror in front of yourself and go...oh yeah....I do that too....and it's so very bad of me. You are then faced with the task of changing those messed up patterns of behaviour and letting go of a lot of shit.
My problem is, I have no problem stuffing my baggage into the back of the closet for extended periods of time; making me look, on the surface, fairly normal. However, like my actual closet, eventually you need something at the back of it, and you must yank that luggage to the front...and by then, it's really gotten nasty. And now I really don't want to deal with it.
So now what? I guess I focus on the awesomeness in my life....my amazing partner, incredible kid and great friends....in the end, does it not all come down to that anyways????
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