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Does anyone ever wonder about how life is supposed to go? In an ideal world, everyone would have two parents (genders non-disclosed) or maybe more that love them very much. In this same ideal reality, their parents would do their very best to help their children get what they need and do what they want while being supportive of said child’s beliefs and dreams. Of course, then life has to come in and change all of that.

As I am growing into adulthood, I have come to realize a few things. Parents aren’t anything like the ideal parents I described above. Yes, they love us. Yes, they care for us, and yes, they try their best to show us the most support when it comes to our hopes and dreams. Unfortunately, in reality, parents have their own goals, their own dreams, and their own ideals. When their lives mix with our lives, and one or the other can’t mediate it, it becomes an endless spiral of misery that makes both parties go insane.

When you hear the story as to how I got to this conclusion, you’ll probably think I’m being melodramatic, but hold out ’till the end? My parents are split up, one of them doesn’t really care what happens to me because he has older children who have already disappointed and made him proud. (They’re like twenty years older than me.) The other one is, well, amazing. But, for some reason, I just keep finding every reason to piss her off or piss myself off while she’s around. I recently have gotten to the time when I need to file my taxes for the first time. She gives me long-winded speeches about how filing your taxes is great, and how I can get money back when I file them, and how her taxes are going, and so on and so forth. However, every time I ask her to help me file them, she goes off, does something, and ignores me. I figure, I can do my taxes on my own, right? I’m an adult. Then, of course, I get half way through, ask her a question because my (b**a$$) can’t figure out what it means and she doesn’t answer me. Greeeat.

Now, this is just one of many interactions that people have with their parents very often. (Probably.) It’s probably something that everyone has to figure out on their own, right? That’s what I hope because if it isn’t, I’m in for a pretty rude awakening. Ahh, life. How it loves to $#@! me over.