What's Wrong With My Parents

I can't believe I'm actually complaining like this. I have two loving parents, and I complain about them like a spoiled brat when there are kids out there who have neither and still manage.

But I have to. I see so many things wrong with how they're raising me and my siblings that I have to say something.

For starters, they have absolutely no respect for us, and I know this for a fact. It's the main thing that I hate about them with all my heart. Our opinions don't matter, our emotions are good-for-nothing to them. They don't care what we think, they do whatever the hell they want with us, with our lives, as long as it benefits them in some way.

Like right now. They're planning to move to Anaheim after the school year ends because it's better over there (right now we live in Bellflower), and that means that my siblings will have to switch schools again. (I'm going to college next year, so I won't be switching high schools) They have absolutely no idea what they've put us through the past few months because of their decision to move, and now they're not even hesitating to do it again. I couldn't give a crap how much cheaper it would be to live there- I would never put my kids through what I went through, especially twice in two years. They really have no respect for us, and I can't believe that they even have the audacity to demand the highest rerspect from us when they can't even manage any sort of return. Yeah, I respected them- they were my role models growing up. They sacrificed so much for me and my siblings, but now they're starting to show their true colors. Now that we're actually having opinions and goals that differ from theirs, they can't handle it. When we were kids, we just followed like blind mice, but now that we're old enough to choose for ourselves, they can't handle the fact that we're choosing differently than what they expected, than what they wanted.

And I laugh because they sit there and tell us everyday that everything they do, they do for us when they don't even know who we are anymore. They make choices for us when they're completely unaware that we're fully capable of making these decisions ourselves. They say we're still immature when they won't even let us grow up. Being grown up means being to handle yourself independently, and I can't do that when I can't even make choices for myself. That's the part of growing that I'm missing because of my parents- to make my own decisions and to live with the consequences, but they're so scared of the consequence that they're hiding me from it. I'll tell you what, everything good in my life that's happened is because I defied my parents. No lie. If I would've obediently followed my parents the past 17 years, I would've missed so many opportunities that have come to be the highlights of my life. Those choices I made, even the ones that didn't work out, I did behind their back, because I would've never got anything done with them. I can never grow up while they're in control of my life, and the bitter irony is that all they've been wanting me to do is to grow up.