The most important crossroad I have had to face in the last three years is maintaining a balance between trying to please my parents and keeping a friendship with my best friend. Sound confusing? Let me explain.
Our families used to get along extremely well. Our friendship evolved each day, with weekends spent at each other's houses. We shared laughter and excitement, even travelling to unbelievable places together like France, Spain, and Florida. Everyday was like spending a whole day in the middle of a happy fictitious book. We never got in each other's hair and we were never bored with each other. Our parents were the same way. They were like oil and vinegar. They had many things in common. Our fathers were both stockbrokers and loved to spar and exchange ideas. Our mothers shared a common bond in that they exchanged ideas on how to keep their marriages strong and how to raise children. .
By leaps and bounds, the relationship between our parents went sour. I didn't comprehend it at first because it had happened so fast. Soon I couldn't believe what was happening and neither could my friend. It was like heaven falling to pieces, and I didn't like it one bit. I would think to myself, "How could my parents do this to me?". Personally, I was really starting to get acrimonious at my parents. The things they would say about her family, unthinkable things, just to try to make me understand that the decision they made was the right one! It finally got to the point where I didn't want to listen to them. My feelings were immensely hurt by the negative comments they would say about my friend's family which, by the way, always included her. I tried to stick up for her and sometimes I was successful. Unfortunately, this caused a rift between myself and my parents. We had terrible arguments. I found myself retreating into a shell, jus like a clam. I no longer confided with my parents, mostly keeping my feelings and thoughts to myself.
