I told her about my job interview in Columbus. And she started crying. And she couldn't breathe. She has panic attacks. It's so wierd. She has no self control, and she can't stop being scared.
I think it sucks.
But I am getting to the point where I feel I have done all I can for my parents. I've prayed, forgiven, served and shared. And now I am tired. I'm worn out and ready to move on with my life.
I don't know what else I can do for them.