Emancipation???

I was once this person who always relied on my parents in a lot of aspects. I know how to be independent at times, but it was then much easier not to. I lived by whole college life with them always having a say. I never thought that living in such a way is something that would hunt me after.


Then graduation came, still, I ended up having accomplished things because they were what my parents wanted - those were things they wished for me, they were what they’ve dreamed about for the last two decades. I didn’t hate them for that. I never would, because I know, I became, and still will become someone because of how things were.

But everything changed after that. I decided to work away from them only because I wanted to learn how to become an independent person - the REAL one. I accepted a job that is miles away from them for me to experience what its really like to be doing things for myself. I chose to leave them behind, and do things my own way.

Unfortunately, it all happened so sudden, that there was no room for thinking about things thoroughly. Decisions had to be made right then and there, or I would lose a very big opportunity, career-wise. So I didn’t have time to prepare and plan on my would-be life. I was left with only one option - that is to be “not-so-independent” (that was to live with some relative).

At first, I thought it would be the better option for me, since I was only given a day to pack my things and report to the office the day after. It was easier at first, since I only had to do SOME chores. I tried to help whenever I can. I did things, just so they won’t say anything against me. I followed what they wanted, to think they’re not even my parents. Months have passed. There were flaws every once in a while, but I kept them to myself, only because I didn’t want anyone to be affected (except for my boyfriend who knows every single thing that has happened because he’s the only one who I can talk who is not that much directly involved - just because he doesn’t know them in person).

Unfortunately, things got even more rough. Things have become very difficult. So I decided that I want to transfer. It would be not as easy as I may want to, but it’s far better than having them around. I had to undergo not-so-good situations, discussions, and confrontations. But I just took everything in just for my plan to push-through. It already is. Tomorrow will already be a new day.
Well, I thought everything will already be sailing smoothly. I was wrong. Here comes another glitch. My dream of finally being really independent is not coming true. For the past few days, my parents have somehow decided to monitor each and every move I make. They want me do things which I prefer not to. They want me to say things which isn’t the perfect time yet, according to my judgment. They text and call me every now and then, following-up on whether I did what they wanted me to do. It’s not that I am being disrespectful. But I am perfectly aware that I am already old enough to know what to do and what not to, what to say and when to say it. It’s not that I’m disregarding them as part of my life, but I want to decide for myself. If they won’t let me do things my way now, when will I be able to learn to live without them? When will I start to learn how to walk on my own feet?

For 20 long years, I have followed what they wanted. I know they care about me, but shouldn’t they realize that unless they give me full control over myself, I will always be like a child, unable to face the world without them, who will always rely on them? Now I’m starting to wish, that there be such thing as emancipation in here. I don’t want to grow old depending on them every now and then. I want to prove to myself that I can. I want to prove that they’ve thought me all the things I needed to survive in the real world. And they’ve given me the necessary advices on how I will overcome every situation. But I guess they’ll never understand that. Unlucky me, because they will always fight for what they know, which they believe is the best for me…BUT IT’S NOT. As the saying goes, “Parents say its talking back, we say its merely explaining why they are wrong.”