I’d been raised to avoid things that weren’t fine with my parents, but lately, I’d been trying to see the other sides through their writing (blog, novel, review, discussion, etc) and I regretted not doing it sooner. A lot of the things there would’ve helped me to become what I want to be.
I’ve started to realize a few things about my parents as I’ve grown up. Some make me more understanding, and some less so. Talking with them, adult to adult, is sobering in a lot of ways.