My own feelings are something I would say is like wearing your heart on your sleeve. So hopefully you see this post for what it is and not what it seems. While I am living with my parents I’m working full time and constantly getting myself prepared to move out in the coming weeks, however since being here and the last 8 months I’ve been working out and reading the sidebar, I’ve noticed a change in my own behavior and also others. I would hate to sit here and moan and groan about how my parents didn’t love me right but then again I don’t know any children who would say they had a perfect up bringing. It’s my own parents I’m concerned about, and I want them to know i no longer need them the way I used too but they’ve continued to ensure I never grow up by placing me in another realm of their consciousness. One I can only escape from physically by leaving the house. Does this sound familiar?