As I read the comments about this chapter it made me analyze why I liked it. I think the reason is because of the epiphany I had about my parents as a young adult.
Growing up, my parents hurt me a lot emotionally and mentally. So as an adult, I'd bring up how they made me feel and why, again and again to try and get more apologies and acknowledgements of wrongdoing out of them.
However, eventually I found myself on the opposite side of right. I was on a side where I had broken them down to where they talked about all the hurt, pain, and betrayal I had unknowingly inflicted on them.
I realized that it was so easy get caught up in my own pain, I couldn't see anyone else's, especially not my parents' who I had typecast and written off into roles in my life from which I demanded perfection.
In reality, they were just two imperfect people who cry, stumble, and get hurt too, but were honestly just doing their best the only way they knew how.
Just like how I was a child who only knew to be arrogant and believe my feelings were of greater importance than my parents' at all times.
So I dunno, I was just feeling sentimental and projecting, but I thought it was a nice chapter. Afterall, if you won't even forgive your family, why should anyone ever forgive you?
As I read the comments about this chapter it made me analyze why I liked it. I think the reason is because of the epiphany I had about my parents as a young adult.
Growing up, my parents hurt me a lot emotionally and mentally. So as an adult, I'd bring up how they made me feel and why, again and again to try and get more apologies and acknowledgements of wrongdoing out of them.
However, eventually I found myself on the opposite side of right. I was on a side where I had broken them down to where they talked about all the hurt, pain, and betrayal I had unknowingly inflicted on them.
I realized that it was so easy get caught up in my own pain, I couldn't see anyone else's, especially not my parents' who I had typecast and written off into roles in my life from which I demanded perfection.
In reality, they were just two imperfect people who cry, stumble, and get hurt too, but were honestly just doing their best the only way they knew how.
Just like how I was a child who only knew to be arrogant and believe my feelings were of greater importance than my parents' at all times.
So I dunno, I was just feeling sentimental and projecting, but I thought it was a nice chapter. Afterall, if you won't even forgive your family, why should anyone ever forgive you?