I’m 35 this year. Divorced for 2 years now, no kids.
Went back home to see my parents for a quick holiday.
I finally got the “serious talk” they’ve been meaning to have with me.
They called me a failure, although sugar-coated and all but still a failure. That hurt alot as it was coming from the only two people who you thought always believed in you.
But what hurts the most is not because they called me a failure. It’s the look of disappointment in their eyes that they feel that they’ve failed me as well.
But I know they didn’t, this one is all on me.