Texting my teenage sons often feels akin to corresponding with someone who’s just not that into you, despite my efforts to connect.
My WhatsApp conversations reveal the pain of over-messaging, as my sons' brief, one-word replies starkly contrast my lengthy, affectionate texts filled with questions about their lives.
The cringe-inducing nature of my attempts—sending them links, photos of food I’ve made, and endless queries—underscores my delusional need for their validation.
Despite my perception of maintaining a normal, loving relationship, the reality is compounded by my desire for deeper engagement which they barely reciprocate.
[
Collection
]
[
|
...
]