Sometimes I wish I could just pick up the phone and call you. Sometimes I wish when you called I wouldn’t just ignore the phone as if you’re worthless. In fact, I love you like no other woman. I’ve always loved you even though at times it is hard to express yet you’ll always be my one true love. I am not sure what it is but maybe my rage and anger is too much for me at times to withstand. I know you mean well so I am not going to fight you but I think it’s time you take a look at me and treat me like I matter to you. You value me when I am not there maybe because it boosts your ego as if you were the one guiding me through this journey. You talk about me like no other yet what happen to expressing your thoughts to the one you love. See, too often Christian let their beliefs interfere with their personal relationships and at times it can be devastating. Imagine a son who’s crying out his heart to his parents yet they’re not trying to understand, they’re unable to understand because they’ve been brainwashed by these pastors and fake prophets and ultimately this poor kid overdose on some drugs. If only someone had paid him attention, if only huh.
You also have those parents who can’t seem to let the kid get a word in during conversation so the child end up letting everyone runs all over him and ultimately leads to his demise. I agree there has to be a limit when it comes to parents and children relationship yet how do we decide where to draw the line. Do you just sit back, force the kid to attend Sunday masses, dictate his every move, and enabled him to develop his social skills.
I am a rebel. I’ve always been rebellious. I refused to let my parents chain me. So now it’s hard to pick the phone to even place a call to my mother because my theories and perception of life is different from hers. I used to think that my mother and her husband were ignorant because they wanted to restrict me but as I got older I grew to understand their parental methods and although I don’t approve it, I commend them for the job they’ve done with their kids.
I know they’re proud of me and my accomplishments yet I’ve never heard them say wow, Blake, you’ve done well. Yet whenever I stop by their church, the members know everything that I’ve been doing and they tell me how much of a joy I am to my mom and step dad. I guess through other parties I’ve found out how they feel about me but isn’t it their obligation to kind of let me know how they feel? I guess that’s parents for you, so until then, when that phone rings, I am not going to kill myself and answer it. Yet I got mad love for you mom.
Rebellious son…
2021-2022 Season Finale
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