I've never felt stuck, not like this. Pleasing my parents but also stabbing them in the back all in one sitting. I don't know how I can keep going with this. I don't know if its depression. You want me to be happy, and me being all the same person, but I don't want to come home to a judgmental father, who yells because I didn't give him the correct answer to life. I just wish you could see the good in him, the love of my life isn't ruining me, the only heart breaking, unbaring, piece to all this is you not accepting him because he didn't show up in a collared shirt, slacks and the perfect church boy look. You were mad because he showed up smelling like a 20 year old, with scars and a broken heart, and a way with words to love me. Its not rocket science, we clicked, accept it, I am tired of crying my eyes out for two hours every night hoping you come back and say "I'm sorry", I'm stuck.