

A few months ago I flew across the country to see my parents in Massachusetts, patting myself on the back for being such a great daughter. But over lunch my first day, my mom asked, “How long are you staying?” I froze. I had no idea! I had just arrived. Did they already want me to leave? I’m embarrassed to admit I spent the entire visit upset that I hadn’t really been wanted.
Months later I told my family how badly this felt, and they were confused. “I was just wondering how much food to buy!” my mother said. My father said they were just making conversation. I had held onto anger, and resentment, that had no place in my mind, my heart or in reality.