Dear
Journal, 3
" 1 - 12
I am so mad right now; I think I’m in
serious danger of exploding. While I was at school, my mom saw my journal "this
journal "sitting open on my bed. She went to close it and “accidentally” saw
what was in it; or so she claims. It just so happens that she saw the entry
about Jayce, and, being the extremely over-protective parent that she is, she
immediately called my dad and told him about it, and they both completely
freaked out. As soon as I got home, they totally jumped down my throat. I tried
to explain to them that it wasn’t anything serious- that it was only attraction
from afar "but they just rode right over me as if I wasn’t even there. Finally,
I just got so fed up and mad that I ended up yelling at them for getting into
my personal stuff, and then they shouted back and gave me this long, full blown
lecture on how it was good that they did before they grounded me and sent me up
to my room. Now, I’m just sitting here, writing all this down.
know
that this little incident may sound like it’s not that important; but I think
it is. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened; though, granted,
it was never quite so bad. I get that they’re trying to protect me, I really
do; I just don’t understand why they have to be so overbearing. It’s
almost like they don’t trust me. That I don’t understand either, because I’ve
never done anything wrong that’s undeserving of their trust. I guess I just
don’t understand my parents as much as I’d like to.
You
know, sometimes, I just get the feeling that my parents’ overprotectiveness is
really going to hinder me in my future goals. If they keep being so
overbearing, I’m not going to be able to make the choices that I need to for my
life. For example, my parents want me to go to ASU, their old alma mater; but I
don’t plan on going there. I want to go somewhere out of state. They know this,
but they keep trying to influence me to go with pamphlets and all sorts of info
about it. It’s just little things like that that make me feel worried about how
much say I’ll have about my future.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my parents,
I really do. I just wish that sometimes, they would trust me enough to
experience life through my own choices. Not theirs.
~Taylor