There are so many things my parents, especially my father, don't know about me. My mother is far more accepting of me than anyone else in my family, but even she has trouble with some things and I try to keep most stuff hidden from her. My father, though, is just... Jesus Christ, every time I share something about myself with him he gets upset. Nothing I do can please him. I change my major, he's mad. I mention I'm left-leaning politically, he tells me he thought he raised me better and started ranting about communists. I pet a fucking stray cat, he tells me I need to stop because I'll get infested with fleas and ringworm. I'm a grown-ass adult. I wish he'd quit being so controlling. But at the same time, I wish he'd be proud of me. I hate him but I wish he'd be pleased with me. He never will, though.