The person I've become post-2015
I’ve been fucking up quite a bit in the last few weeks. Not in a major way. I’m still responsible. I ensure my safety in all situations. I associate with people I can trust. People I feel safe around. But there have been three or four times when I’ve forgotten to inform my mother about my whereabouts. This has resulted in her panicking, calling my father, and worrying about my safety. Of course, once I explain what went on to my mother, she has accepted my words as the truth and I appreciate that. I appreciate the fact that I can tell her if I stay over at a male friend’s house. Or if I stay up all night talking to someone. I think the fact that I’m honest about my relationship with these people (it’s never romantic or sexual) puts her mind at ease but there still is a lot that is said and accepted based solely on trust. And I’m grateful that I have a mother… that I have parents who trust that I will always do the right thing. Parents who will forgive me when I screw up. Pa