I think that I'm becoming friends with my mother.
Earlier this weekend I broke up with the guy I was seeing. Not a huge deal, it just wasn't at all what I was looking for. Anyway, the conversation I had with my mom was just like a conversation I'd have with a friend about it.
I used to find it strange in high school when people would have relationships like that with their parents. Not that there is anything wrong with it -- I just could never see myself confiding in my parents about my love life.
But now it seems that the older I get, the more I want to share with them, and the more I value their opinions.
I must be growing up.
4.25.2004
26.f
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canada
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