this morning #1932.

this morning, while she wasn’t ready to completely abandon the idea of becoming a better daughter in the eyes of her father, the shine of trying to satisfy him all the time had worn off. far too much effort for far too little reward. tired of always living her life under a cloud of constant judgment. judgment under the guise of “i only want the best for my daughter” in a world where “the best” is a moving target. she’d considered cutting off all contact but chose to keep exploring her options. find a better resolution. landed in a place of strength. in her eyes, she’s doing just fine. can keep doing what she’s doing. she’ll listen to what dad has to say but not sweat it any more. he’s going to have critiques either way.