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[mmariae-blog]

"Put it down on me"

I hate when parents start to talk about death when they're stressing.. it's like this all the time but lately it's been too much. I see their point and I just don't say anything anymore. They say what they need to say, but sometimes the things they say hurt. Sometimes they don't see all the small things done. But nope. Paying bills and cooking all meals are what they expect. And at the end of it all, they say start a family and see how you'll live. I do the best I can to give and help out. But sometimes I feel the need to give up. Their expectations are just... like where do they get these perfect little images from? It sucks when all you can do is just be quiet.