Summary: You’re sleeping over with your closest friend for the weekend. It’s the first night of the weekend, and you’ve been playing video games, eating junk food, having laughs about things you did before, and everything. The night had been going really wonderfully, until your friend decides to ask you about your parents. You don’t feel easy about the subject because you didn’t exactly have a positive upbringing, so you try to sugar-coat it, but your friend somehow can see past it. This is where your night takes a turn that has your truly pouring your heart out to your dearest friend, letting out the pain you’ve felt about your parents that you’ve carried for as long as you can remember…

Script by u/eric_1991

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Personal note:

deep breath

I first read this script when it came out, and for some reason, I felt like it stripped me raw.

It made me take a long, hard look at what my relationship with my parents was. Is.

I guess it's not... normal to be ignored for months after you and your parent get into an argument, but. Well. It kept the peace at home. Nobody was shouting. There was just this... Oppressive air around the house. For months. I dreaded going home during those months.

And while my parents did support my academic and professional decisions, it seemed like they never approved of anything else. My hobbies, my desire for downtime, and the constant reminder that "you have free time, go study ahead", and "you can do better than this"-- I hide my hobbies. I don't talk to them about my interests. God forbid I tell them about my romantic interests. one of the biggest stressors that I had during my only foray at a romantic relationship was my parents' disapproval

I never feel like I'm good enough, because I could always do better. Why am I such a disappointment?

They were overly protective, yes, to the point that I choked on it. And I know they mean well, but...

Well. It has been a while. My parents are supportive of me. They don't make me feel like I'm not doing my best anymore.

But the scars stay. And someday I might end up mustering the courage to tell my parents how much it hurt me to be told that I'm always slacking off, or how I'm never doing my best.

Today's not that day, though.