It kinda reminds me of when I used to pretend to be a Christian around my mother. I altered my entire personality around her and people who knew her because I couldn't stand to think of the look on her face if she knew. This went on for years, and I did it so well that she had no idea I wasn't 'saved' until I turned 18.
After the first time she heard me cuss a blue streak, the walls came down and the first week was exactly as horrible as I'd predicted, but you know what? After that, it got better. I didn't have to pretend anymore. We could be honest with each other, and I could show her who I really was. She doesn't like most of it, but I'm still her daughter.
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Date: Dec. 4th, 2009 09:28 am (UTC)After the first time she heard me cuss a blue streak, the walls came down and the first week was exactly as horrible as I'd predicted, but you know what? After that, it got better. I didn't have to pretend anymore. We could be honest with each other, and I could show her who I really was. She doesn't like most of it, but I'm still her daughter.