Maybe it's time I tell them
I can’t quite believe I’m in a stage of life where I’m letting myself into my partner’s house, putting my things in a bag we are taking on holiday together, editing lists they’ve created, buying joint travel insurance, getting texts from their mum asking what I want to eat for Christmas. It makes my heart explode every time I really sit and think about it. All I’ve ever wanted to feel is that I belong. I’ve always wanted to be part of something. I can’t help but feel there is something wrong with me that it isn’t with my own family. Am I just selfish? Or wanting something different? Am I trapped thinking the grass is always greener? I always loved going to my friends’ houses. I was always anxious about getting in trouble on the return home, but I always loved the freedom of being somewhere else. I still feel like that now. Being somewhere else feels like breathing out. Everyone else’s parents made me feel like I belonged, like I could sit at their table and be myself. ...
