Can I Grow Up…Please?

You know what I find funny? How much parents aren’t willing to allow us to grow up. I mean, I know they have our best interests in mind, and that they only want the best for us. But sometimes they smother us…at least mine do. I’m knocking on 16, and I’m still finding myself having to hide my relationships, and act like I’m this innocent little school girl who’s never had a boyfriend or a first kiss. Newsflash, I’m no longer 10. I know boys do not have cooties, and that kissing is not nasty. However, I find myself having to hide this. My parents find it hard to accept that I actually have guy friends. How do you think they’re going to accept me having a boyfriend? It just frustrated me a little. Seeing how my dad almost lost his temper when a boy came by to PICK UP A HOMEWORK ASSIGMENT from my younger sister, crazy right? What would happen if I brought home my boyfriend? He’d be dead, lol. So, mom and dad, CHILL OUT. We have to grow up sometime! I mean, when I have to sneak around, it doesn’t make me feel good; I know that I’m going behind their backs, but it’s the only thing I can do at this present time. It’s almost like they don’t trust me enough to make the right choices in a relationship. Little do they know, I’ve had a good share of relationships, and dealt with more than I’ve wanted. It’s a shame, I probably won’t be able to tell them that for awhile. My mom feels I shouldn’t date until I’m a junior, I don’t think I can wait that long…Come to think of it I haven’t waited that long. I had my first boyfriend in 4th grade, ha! I just wish I could introduce them to my future boyfriends, because I’m sick of sneaking around. It’s annoying and no fun. And they wonder why our communication is lacking? That’s why…because you guys aren’t open-minded! Open your eyes and realize, I’m not a little girl anymore. I don’t need your permission to grow up, and become who I’m longing to be. I’ll do this with or without you guys, but of course I want you on board with me! I love you both, but don’t smother me.

 

Anybody else’s parents smothering them? Or you guys just can’t seem to communicate well? Speak up, tell them about it, and then share your story with me. I’ll all ears!

Trying to spread my wings,

Nik.