the perfect son

I will never be perfect. I need to stop trying to be perfect or pretending that I am or I will just flush my dreams down the drain. I need to stop burying my head in the sand and face my own imperfections with dignity and embrace them with open arms. I guess its hard to do that when your mother who raised you tells you that she is disappointed in you for not being the perfect son and all you do is try to live up to those expectations. Now I have begun to think that those expectations are unrealistic and based upon the idealization of who I should be and not who I am.
I am sorry that I am not perfect by your son. But by own estimation I don't need to be perfect I just need to be me.

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