I realize my parents worked really hard so I can be a lazy ass.
I’ve learned a lot of things about them in the past 2 years, about what kind of life they had when my sister and I were little, and even before that. I used to take for granted the life we led, I was too young (and maybe later too selfish) to remember they started poor. My dad’s been working since he was 14, my mom did some cleaning for a few years. I was too preoccupied by my own struggle with social classes (being more educated than my family but never enough for people at uni) to see they went through the same. My mother has to deal with this kind of feeling amongst her family, they see her as some crazy bobo witch because she’s into healthy food (which is kind of funny because it started with her having health issues due to bad poor food she’s been eating all her life) — and I really love her for that, for being passionate about nature and for having knowledge about plants and oils and stuff. It is really hard to handle the guilt and shame that comes along with emancipation, the fact that your family sees you as a stranger, you don’t have to tell me that.
There are some funny age parallels between my father’s life and mine. We left home at the same age (17), and we came back and made peace around 23 for the same kind of reason. He reconnected with his family to tell them he was making his own. For all I know, his parents were not as loving as mine, so again I’m kind of selfish comparing - he’s been working during that time, I was just studying away from home, living in appartments they paid for- but these parallels make me feel closer to him. So after I came out to them (or should i say after my mother did my coming out for me), we finally learned to communicate with each other and I got to learn all that. At 24, I realized my parents are fucking great human beings, and they became… my friends.