You're Wrong, But You're Right.

I've always looked up to my parents in a lot of ways. It took me leaving home to compare how strong they are to a lot of other people. I'm grateful of the one definite thing they managed to give me: a wide base of love and worth. That very thing has made some things hard these past two years. They might be outstanding, exceptional people, but they aren't perfect. They were wrong about a lot of things. And even then they were at least partially right about some of the things they were wrong on. I'm not sure exactly how I can have some conversations with them, but on some level knowing they love me trumps the need to even have them in the first place. Love and living are tricky like that.