When I think about a time I felt wronged by others or the situation my thoughts inevitably go to my teenage years. Like many of us I felt misunderstood and treated unfairly by everyone. Especially at home. My father never understood what I was going through. I couldn’t talk to him, I couldn’t share my thoughts with him and look to him for guidance. Being a teenager was not easy. I felt confused all the time.
I used to tell myself, repeatedly, that when I had kids I’d be more understanding, loving, caring, and all the things I felt I wasn’t getting. Well, I don’t have kids so I can’t say I’ve broken the cycle having not had the opportunity to even try.
Now that I’m older I have a different perspective on the past and can see how it gets out of control so easily. There isn’t much I regret about my life, but I do lament that I didn’t (for whatever reason) take advantage of my youth and develop that stable foundation that I see so many of my peers have built upon.
For writing prompt: Free Write Friday (#FWF) via http://kellieelmore.com/2013/03/15/fwf-free-write-friday-writing-wrongs/