I was with a very dear person tonight, and I selfishly began to burden them with emotional baggage I'd been lugging around... that person got up and left. I began to wonder, if I was really as good a person as I thought I was...
I've realised that there may be misunderstandings regarding certain facts about me moving out of my parents place, and other parts of the story, i.e. the part where I said that it was neither a terrible or great thing, ignored.
Facts of the matter:
Though I'm still working out my own character, I still maintain that my father is a great man, and respect him as such. If anything, moving out has taught me to appreciate my family and each person's specialness more. Sure, we disagree about sleeping patterns, but my father is still my father, and @ the end of the day, I wouldn't have it any other way.
For the time though, we all, and I say all, think that this living outside of home is something I need, and we're going to work this through as a family - and taking a page from mikey's post, and bringing it back to the source, working it through the grace of God, as really, a truly blessed family.
P.S. "To very dear person":
if you happen to somehow be reading this post... I'm sorry about tonight.
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