Babe…
Yes love?
Even if I was successful right now and my parents could see it — they’re not going to react positively.
They’re not?
No. Lol… u think I have the world’s nicest parents?! Unfortunately not!
I need more specifics. What if you were a Taylor Swift?
Mum would find reasons to complain about it. I can’t think of any reasons specifically but she will find flaws in it. She’s not like Andrea Swift being all wholesome and motherly to Taylor.
She would probably want to use one of the private jets. And she would think that, of course she’s entitled to use it, her daughter is very successful because of her…
Ahhh… I see… ur making her out as more of a Narcissistic parent…
SHE IS A NARCISSISTIC PARENT.
Oh…? 😅
Success does not equate parents love.
And I’m not successful because she didn’t give me any love?!
Hmmmmmm… what about your Dad?
I have his support. I wouldn’t call it love either.
We’re not a wholesome loving family.
Are you okay being married to that?
We’re more like an emotionally distant set of people who happen to be related to each other and sometimes see each other out of obligation, not wholesome family love.
Lol… 😅😅😅
Are you okay with that?
Of course I’m okay with it. I’m glad you’re telling me now. I get a better picture to decide how to support you…
Mmmmmm… if I was a Taylor Swift right now and I won an award, I would not thank my parents on the stage. I would say thanks to my career mentors, business managers, PR lady, heck even my social media assistant and backup dancers. I wouldn’t thank my parents at all. They would’ve made zero contributions to my success if I became Taylor Swift overnight.
Wow. Not even the piano or singing lessons?
No. Because those things were not paid for with the intent to help me become a Taylor Swift.
Then… why did they pay for those?
Because it was the trend at the time. And some minor hopes of marrying me off as an eligible wife to a rich family’s son. It had nothing to do with supporting my interests as a human being.
Oh…
She threw out ALL my art, remember?
Into the rubbish they went. As soon as the art pieces were marked, passing grades received, she asked for them all to be out of her house.
Hmmmmmm…
This is the zombie I have to live with. The zombie who created those memories.
