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I think that can be one of the biggest weakness for most girls, to disappoint their mom or dad. I remember the first time that I could tell I really disappointed my mom. I can't even clearly recall if she said she was disappointed or not, I think she did. It was something about her not getting angry, but just being disappointed. I felt so awful. I cried and cried. She came and asked me what was wrong because I suppose she thought something else was upsetting me or that I had misunderstood her. I felt so bad I couldn't help but say the truth between sobs that I was so sad she said she was disappointed in me. I'm not entirely sure how that ended besides her laughing (maybe she thought it was something more serious, or possibly the relief she knew in that moment she'd never have much of a crazy wild child teen years in me). Either way, it worked out. She told me "it's okay" and she wasn't disappointed in me, but what I had done and that it wouldn't last. Wao... that was a far more intense story that I realized in a way. I don't think I've ever admitted that "aloud" before. But it means a lot, to respect your parents and want them to be proud of you.
I think that can be one of the biggest weakness for most girls, to disappoint their mom or dad. I remember the first time that I could tell I really disappointed my mom. I can't even clearly recall if she said she was disappointed or not, I think she did. It was something about her not getting angry, but just being disappointed. I felt so awful. I cried and cried. She came and asked me what was wrong because I suppose she thought something else was upsetting me or that I had misunderstood her. I felt so bad I couldn't help but say the truth between sobs that I was so sad she said she was disappointed in me. I'm not entirely sure how that ended besides her laughing (maybe she thought it was something more serious, or possibly the relief she knew in that moment she'd never have much of a crazy wild child teen years in me). Either way, it worked out. She told me "it's okay" and she wasn't disappointed in me, but what I had done and that it wouldn't last.
Wao... that was a far more intense story that I realized in a way. I don't think I've ever admitted that "aloud" before. But it means a lot, to respect your parents and want them to be proud of you.