I Flipped My Parents The Bird…

I Flipped My Parents The Bird…

A parent’s love is amazing…


At 18, I flipped my parents the big childish, ignorant ‘I know what I’m doing’ bird and moved into the most hideous excuse of an apartment I’ve ever seen for $375 a month.


I didn’t even know how to balance a checkbook; I paid with money orders from the bank. The apartment had one window at the front, which didn’t open, so the whole place was covered in mold. It was truly a travesty.


At 20, after not even being able to afford said horrific one bedroom concrete hovel of a mold infested apartment WITH a roommate, I moved back to my parents.


At 21, I moved into a house where my roommate, unbeknownst to me, pocketed the money instead of paying rent. 5 months later, I found an eviction notice on the door and all of my belongings strewn across the lawn. I promptly moved back to my parents to re-build and recover.


At 22-29 I lived in 4 different places, each with their own different story, and my mom put her love and decorating touch into all but one. She took me shopping and brainstormed thrifty but attractive décor and never complained. Not even once.


At 30, I sold and gave away EVERYTHING my mom had ever bought for me without so much as a thought, along with everything I had ever bought, and moved to Mexico with dreams of starting a completely different life.


At 31, after those dreams plopped right down the sh*#ter, I drove with just enough money to pay for gas and a few hotels from Puerto Vallarta to Seattle. I crammed the little I had acquired under a small canopy and rode with two other people, a dog, and a cat in the cab of a Ford Ranger Edge back to my parents. Again. No questions asked.


At 32, I moved out again.


At 38, I am moving home once more. Not because I need to, but because my mom needs me. And truth be told, since my has dad died, I need her, too.


For over 2 decades I believed I needed to get away from my parents to be anything, to prove myself independent, and for 2 decades my parents forgave my downfalls and f#@k-ups and took me back, time after time.


Now it’s my turn to show the love and acceptance I have been shown my entire life.


I don’t have children. It has been the right choice for my life thus far, but I have so much respect for those who have taken on and embraced parenthood. It’s an amazing and powerful life cycle. Thank you to all the parents out there; the ones continually accepting and loving and helping despite time, energy, and exhaustion.


You are all miracles.


Life, it’s crazy ride.

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