At some times, my father's tone was very toxic and insensitive. Although my spiritual buddies remind me to look out for the hidden key advice in his sentences, and calmly assure me that my father may have good intent but unable to expressly it without offending other people.

Not an easy thing to do, since I did not grew up closely knitted with my parents compared to another family. I struggled quietly through my childhood, and dare not rebuke back in an argument.

Throughout the years as it flashes by, I realised my mind keeps me going further in life learning lesson as I experienced failures. Subconsciously, it mould me into a person striving for emotional independence. You may say a part of my heart is already dead considering I don't look forward to family reunion. But I am a person who will still take care of my parents during their remaining days and send them off during their passing.

Tldr: Although a part of me is already dead inside, I still value my family ties, but I naturally keep a certain distance away from my parents, whom humiliates and blames me for being unfilial and lack of sensitivity for their feelings.



Thanks for sharing, Fuzzy.