A Roof Can Cover a Body, But Harsh Words Break a Soul.

To the Parents Who Say They Raised Us With LoveWe need to talk.Not the kind of "talk" where you speak and we listen.Not the kind where we nod quietly so we don't get labeled disrespectful. A real conversationthe one we've been carrying inside for years.Because many of us grew up hearing words that didn't feel like love.You said we wouldn't amount to anything.You called us failures before we even had a chance to try.You compared us to other people's children as if our worth was a competition you were tired of losing.You shouted when you were frustrated,and somehow it became our fault too. And now you wonder why we doubt ourselves.Why we're afraid to make mistakes.Why we apologize for existing.Why we shrink instead of shine.Why we don't run to you when life gets hard.It's simple:You taught us that home wasn't a safe place for honesty.You say you did your best,and maybe you did.But your "best" sometimes hurt us more than you'll ever realize.Because raising a child isn't just feeding them and paying their fees.Love isn't just shelter and school uniforms.A roof can cover a body,but harsh words break a soul.You demanded perfection, but you weren't perfect.You wanted obedience, but never offered understanding.You expected respect, but built it on fear instead of connection. And here's what happens when you treat a child like a burden:They grow up thinking they're unworthy.They grow up doubting every dream.They grow up believing that love is something you have to earn,not something you deserve just for existing.They grow up distantnot because they hate you,but because getting close feels unsafe. We're not writing this to disrespect you.We're writing this because silence has damaged enough of us already.Because too many of us are sitting in therapy trying to unlearn the lessons you taught us.Because too many of us flinch when someone raises their voice.Because too many of us are terrified of becoming parents ourselvesin case we repeat the cycle. We want you to know:We're trying.To heal.To unlearn the lies.To love ourselves the way we wish you had loved us.To build futures that aren't shaped by the fear you planted in us.And maybe one day, you'll understandthat all we ever wanted wasn't perfection or pressurejust kindness.Just gentleness.Just a chance to be childrenwithout feeling like disappointments.We grew up, yes.But the wounds grew with us.If you ever wondered why your child is distant now,why they don't call as often,why they moved far away,why they don't share their lives with you anymorethis is why. Not because we don't love you.But because loving you hurt us.And we're finally learningthat we don't have to keep hurting ourselvesto prove our loyalty.Signed,Every child who never had the courage or the permission to say this out loud.

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