"So, I’m starting to think my parents are insane. Not like 10 o’clock news insane, but definitely a little off.
You see, they look like perfectly normal people, and they are for the most part, but when it comes to me, they are total control freaks. I’m almost 17-years-old and they tell me I’m too young to date, can’t go to parties, can’t be out past 10:00 and have a bedtime like a little kid.
I feel like they only had a kid so they could control someone’s life and feel better about themselves.
When I was a little kid, they wouldn’t let me go outside by myself, when I got older they wouldn’t let me be on a computer or phone without their direct supervision. They never really let me do anything growing up, and I still don’t have any independence. They don’t let me live my own life, and sometimes I feel like they don’t care about me at all.
My friend Jessica gets to do whatever she wants because her parents aren’t psycho control freaks.
She is really popular, has a ton of friends, goes to parties every weekend, stays out as late as she wants, and basically has the perfect life. And I’m sitting here like a prisoner waiting to be paroled when I turn 18 and move out.
Of course my mom and dad don’t like me hanging out with Jessica. They say she’s a bad influence, but I think they just don’t want me seeing what freedom looks like. Jessica’s parents obviously care more about her than my parents care about me. It doesn’t matter what I say, they still won’t let me go out, they won’t let me do anything fun, they won’t let me do anything. Jessica’s parents even let her have parties at their house. They just had one last night and pretty much the whole school was going. Everyone but me. It’s embarrassing that everybody knows I can’t go because I get treated like a baby.
I’m just sitting here in my room, or cell it feels like, while everyone else is out living life. I don’t know what to do. I just…
Oh great, warden mom is knocking on my door. I was probably talking too loud or thinking too much or something. I’ll get back to you after I get my sentence handed down.
Okay so, I’m back. I don’t know how to feel right now. I thought my mom was going to yell at me about something, but I walked into the living room and my dad was sitting there with her and she just gave me a hug. She told me that Jessica was in the hospital. She’s unconscious and they don’t know if she will wake up. They said an ambulance had to pick her up from the party last night and she was unresponsive. She had alcohol poisoning and other substances in her system. It’s horrible. I just don’t understand how it happened. She had so many friends and they were all there with her. I don’t get how they could let her get hurt. She could have died in her own home surrounded by her friends and nobody stopped it. In fact, whatever put her in the hospital was given to her by people who are supposed to care, people who are supposed to be there for her.
I’m starting to think I had things backwards. I thought nobody cared about me and Jessica had it so much better. What I keep thinking is, why would her parents let this happen? Now I think they are the ones that don’t care. They didn’t care enough to keep her safe.
I think my parents act the way they do because they do care. They care enough to try to keep me safe. They are not trying to ruin my life. They are trying to protect me. The thing is, you can’t protect people forever and I still think my parents go too far, but I understand why they do it. I think when I have kids I’m going to give them some more freedom than I had but I’m going to make sure they know I care about them as much as my parents cared about me".
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