W.C. 1904

It's crazy how things dont bother you until someone brings them up. "Did your dad end up seeing you like he said he would? " " I really wish he would make a bigger effort". I didnt have expectations from him. And now it makes me kind of sad. Im not a kid anymore though. I shouldn't care.

When i started this blog I was living with my dad and i did all that i could to stay away from our apartment. I never really felt cared for. I had the basics but he proved to me time and time again that my life was in my hands. It made me independent and responsible but still makes me sad.

My mom is coming around. Shes been talking to a therapist for about a year now and i can see her efforts. I somehow feel this guilt for not doing more for her. Ive done nothing for my dad and a lot for her. Yet somehow i keep thinking of ways i could help her more. Within reason of course.

Its just overwhelming to think about. Parent's are a lot when you get older. Could they have done better? Did i turn out okay? Am i doing what i should be?