there's something, in a way, about how it feels when you have a parent who denies your identity, demands that you will always be who they see you as
and it's like....yeah, yeah a part of me always will be that person. i can never fully erase who i was raised as, all those years of being the child they still see. that is forever going to be a part of me and I can never hate who I was. It's impossible. I am an amalgamation of everything I have ever been and what I will be.
and yet all that is seen is what is in the past, with no room to be different in parent's eyes and that hurts more than anything
