(from Harry’s POV)
I don’t know how to say this by sugar coating anymore, but my parents are psychotic and dysfunctional.
I can never have a simple conversation with my parents, ever.
Every conversation is made into rasam and ends up in fight. I’m not exaggerating, every simple conversation becomes a fight in my family.
They don’t know how to converse without fighting.
Sometimes I crave to talk to people who just talk about things calmly.
My mom is always in constant battle to gain sympathy so she makes everything dramatic. She cries and tries to win by crying.
How do you love a woman who tries her very best to make you look crazy because she doesn’t like you to win?
The answer is you can’t. But I do love her most times but not unconditionally.
My unconditional love for my parents died when the truth dawned on me.
They are so money minded that every conversation ends up about money and they suck the joy out of things.
After I distanced myself physically and mentally I have been feeling so much peace that I regret not doing it earlier. I think I should just stop caring too much and only care how much is required.
They are never going to change, never.
No matter how much I try, so why try? why care?
Let them live in their bubble of fights, drama and lots of rasam.
I will just be in my room till the world decides to give me credit for my hard work and I have enough money to live alone.
rachana rajan <3 