So.. I am happy that you have " Accepted " what I have recently told you.
I am happy you are trying to deal with this and " Support " me.
But the past day or so.. I've kinda been wishing I hadn't told you at all, You're using this against me. Using it as a reason to still treat me like a child and it isn't fair. One day.. It will be too much for me, And I will blow up at you.. And our relationship will never be the same. I know you're being protective.. it's your job. But when you talk to me all the time about how I never go out.. or that I should go out more often and live my life.. And then when I actually try to go out.. and live my life.. You pull on my already drastically short leash and scold me for wanting a life outside this cage we call a home.
This leash you so claim to be lengthening for me.. isn't lengthening.. In fact. If you don't give me some slack, this leash will be the noose that takes me away from you. I'am standing on my tip toes trying to stay on the ground, I've lived my life trying to please you but now that I've shared something with you that has made me unhappy for years...
I have " Dropped a bomb with the explosive after affects of Hiroshima on your lap " I am sorry I can't make you happy all the time, But I need to start living MY life. And you're going to need to let me.. or soon there won't be any life left in me to live.
This leash is starting to cut off my airway.. You need to give the leash some slack, Or be the executioner that hangs me with the noose...