My family think I hate them.
I can tell them I love them all I want but actions speak louder than words. They push and push and push me and I have to distance myself from them, which leads them to believe I hate them.
I’m much younger than my parents and the day that they pass away is inevitable. I don’t want them passing away, thinking I hate them. But that’s probably what will happen.
I’m much younger than my parents and the day that they pass away is inevitable. I don’t want them passing away, thinking I hate them. But that’s probably what will happen.