I slept way too much. I had a nightmare about telling my parents. Well I don't think it was Freddy scary, more of reality of what will happen. Tears, sadness, going through the the process of telling them. It's long and painful to relive each moment however I feel like I become a stronger person when I choose to cope, come to terms with an honest view point and proceed to live with a genuine smile on my face.
I wanted to tell them tonight however I came home grumpy and hungry. I don't want to be grumpy when I tell them. Is this an excuse to put it off?
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