Comfort

It's amazing, how much I'd never understood. Despite my many idealogical disagreements with my father, he's still remarkably understanding. He kinda accepts me for what I am and who I am. It's a nice break from how I'd thought all along that he would try to control my life and decide for me what I should be. Ahhh. How much I had misunderstood. My mother, however, has certain expectations of me, and I really hate to disappoint her. She's such a kind person. Personal life always conflicts with family life. C'est la vie.