I had to kill the dreams my parents had for me because fulfilling those dreams meant that I had to put who I was to sleep and, that was poisonous. I had been withering away in that hibernation, the incubation of old and tattered dreams, dying slowly, excruciatingly.
I refused to live the unlived life of my parents because who was going to live my life? I don’t want to store my unlived life as inheritance for my future kids.
And yes, they are deeply disappointed. But it’s about time they wake up and smell my truth.
Respond to sleeping beauty