
But wait. I don't want to have children. Oh, well, you can't be a good Catholic and not procreate like little bunnies. Ok, so what if I'm biologically incapable? Well that's fine then.
But wait. You're willing to counsel women in making their own choices? You will help a person through their last moments on earth with pain relief that may hasten their death as a side effect of alleviating their pain?
I don't know why I'm trying so hard to be a good child. She's already picked the perfect one. It's the one that drinks almost every night, always assumes she can have the car, lies to both my parents, isn't planning on a future education and will likely be married and pregnant and married by the time she's 25. That's the perfect daughter.
The one who never drank through high school, worked her ass off at home and outside of home to provide for herself and family, who got into effing medical school but lives with her boyfriend...well that one's just plain evil.
I'm so incredibly jealous of friends and class mates who have a safe home and haven with their families. It's hard to imagine a place where you know that everyone will love you, even if you decide you want to be a doctor.
1 comment:
Hi Imposter,
My family may not be Catholic, but I know how you feel. I could never quite measure up to my mother's expectations, either, even when I did the so-called "right" thing (which inevitably made me miserable). It becomes near impossible for us to accept ourselves when our parents never let us feel they do.
I have faith in you. Good luck!
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