Remnants of a world gone sour.

Every so often I get reminded of how life used to be like. This time I am taking an objective view on this. I've come home for my reading week, and although I am home, I am not really apart of the family. I was given soul use of a vehicle for the week, my schedule was my schedule and I didn't have to ask permission to leave, only let somebody know where I went. My parents have finally realized that they cannon control me. I live on my own 80% of the year and I can take care of myself. Since I was given this freedom, I got to witness the inner workings of my family from an outsider’s perspective. My brothers have been going through a tough time. They are trying to exert their independence, and my parents are holding onto the last shred any parental control they have left. I feel sorry for my brothers because I've been there before. Nothing has changed. I was a bitch, but I grew out of it. I just wish that they would have paid more attention to what I went through and learned from my mistakes. Unfortunately, that hasn't happened and both of them are little hellions at times. But it too, shall pass.

A new found friendship has blossomed between my parents and I. They are no longer an authority to me, and we're on even playing ground. They support me in anything I wish to do, and though some of my decisions come as a shock to them, eventually they will agree with me. It's nice to know that I can confide in them if I need to.