My friend Hump has made a huge decision. He explains:
My parents don’t love me they way they want me to believe they love me. They are toxic. They demand I live they way they want me to. Their love has always been conditional. I’m broken in part because of my relationship with them. Since cutting them off I’ve been able to identify some thoughts as “being theirs” and “not being mine”. I’m not fixed but I see some things more clearly.
My parents have enlisted their friends in telling me stories about how much I will regret cutting my parents off. People I don’t know are friending me on facebook telling me stories and giving me advice. People who don’t like me are texting me and calling me wanting to catch up and see how I’m doing. Bullshit. This is my mother’s work. This is what she does. She manipulates people.