My parents and I have a complicated relationship. When I was a kid (okay, not really a kid, but ages 9-13) we were kind of happy, we argued a lot, but other than that we were kind of okay. After I turned 13, I set boundaries. They were not allowed to do anything to my personal life, but they were allowed to intervene only in health and school life. After I turned 16, my mom turned into the dictionary definition of helicopter parent after my mental health went downhill and my dad stopped getting involved because of my mom’s newfound suffocation. I turned 18 and, just like most kids who go to college, distanced myself. I visited them on Thanksgiving break, half of winter break, and spring break. I hung out with my friends and everyone else and called them once a month. Eventually, my mom cooled down and came to the conclusion that I was ignoring the daily “Do you need anything?” texts for a reason. After that, I was perfectly fine, and we kind of went back to how I was as an early teen.
I kind of get it, but it was rough for a while. I guess you have to remember that they love you and they just want what’s best for you in the future.