Hatred For My Parents

All my life, my parents and have almost NEVER seen eye-to-eye with each other. Our relationship can be at times, as tense as the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers.

But one cold morning, on November 27, 2012, I finally cracked. After my I got angry over my parents about me not succeeding in life in general, I walked out of my home. I took a few bags of clothes, and began a mile and a half walk before a police car spotted me and took me to a friend's home.

Well, the friend was a former para-ed assistant I worked with in high school, and his son, whom I also went to HS with, found me and was informed of what happened. He wished he could keep me, but he couldn't. So, he took me to a McDonald's, and I decided to talk to a homeless shelter, but they only accepted certain people.

Undaunted in wanting to leave my parents once and for all, I took a bus to the next town, across the bridge, and found myself in another homeless shelter. Now, the day was getting long, and it was almost mid-afternoon. I went to my clinician to talk about my problems, and still, I had to reconcile with my parents despite my repeated refusals to do so. Then I went over to my college counselor, and then back to the clinic. Shortly after, I met up with a friend of mine, and then after a nice talk that made me feel better, I felt a little bitter.. and I took myself home.

While I do not know whether the cultural differences within me and my parents male FULL reconciliation possible, it may just be that a better sense of understanding between them is in order for the future.
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26-30, M
Nov 28, 2012