It Hurts So Much: My Parents Just Used Me
My story begins in the fluorescent-lit aisles of a Walmart in rural Ohio, where my parents’ sighs and complaints became the soundtrack of my young adulthood. For years, I tried to be their savior, sacrificing my own dreams and happiness for the sake of their comfort, only to discover that I was just a means to an end. Now, as I confront the painful truth, I wonder if I’ll ever be able to break free from this cycle of obligation and guilt.