Entry 5: 3 - 1 - 12A Chapter by A. L. Allen
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.
© 2012 A. L. Allen
Added on March 9, 2012
Last Updated on March 9, 2012
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