bmatthews+FollowWhen did you realize your parents were bad parents? I was in 4th grade, around nine years old. Our mom was picking us up from school that day, which was a rare change. As I walked up to the car, I saw the trunk tied shut with a rope and a weird numbness washed over me. I then listened to my mother brag all about how many beautiful plants, hanging baskets, and flowers she had just bought. She had new clothes while we were wearing hand-me-downs. We constantly had almost no groceries halfway through the week because she had run out of money, while she would buy lunch regularly at work. She had just spent her entire tax return on plants. She made enough money to easily support us, if only she had been capable of thinking about anything beyond her own instant gratification. That was the moment I realized who my mother really was. At just nine years old, I understood that I was more of an adult than she was capable of being. 😮💨 I'm curious if anyone else has a similar story. #Parenting #FamilyRelationships #FamilyStories #ChildhoodMemories #PersonalGrowth #LifeLessons #AdulthoodTruths 84149Share
RockyRiff+FollowWhen Adulthood Feels Like an Empty Room: The Quiet Ache No One Warns You AboutNobody really warns you about the quiet ache of adulthood. You show up, put on a smile, and chat about the weather, but deep down, it can feel like you’re just drifting. Friendships fade, family gets busy, and everyone is caught up in their own struggles. Sometimes I long for those carefree days when laughter came easy and plans just happened. Does anyone else feel like growing up means learning to live with a certain kind of loneliness? Share your thoughts below—let’s talk about it. #SpiritualJourney #LonelyButNotAlone #AdulthoodTruths #Spirituality80Share
