I think my parents are ashamed of me.
I think they wish I had a regular job like everyone else's kids.
I think I failed to be what they expect of me.
I think I've never made them happy.
I think they disapprove of my marrying Lee.
I think they think I'm taking the hard road.
I think they think I'm stupid for it.
I think they wished I was marrying a Catholic, then life would be "easier".
I think everything I've ever done is worthless.
I think nothing I do will ever please them.
I think they won't ever listen to what I have to say.
I think because they are always right.
I know they still treat me like a child, who cannot make her own decisions.
I think I can never gain their acceptance.

What is the point of going on with life, if your own flesh and blood doesn't accept you for who you are?