He Never Came to My Performances
I feel that I should name my parents. So my mom is Darkness, it’s an inside joke. But my dad is Ego, because it’s his biggest feature. My dad went to one of my dance recitals when I was 12 years old.
He told me that I was awful and that when my brother, who was 9, was that bad at soccer, he made him quit because he didn’t want to waste his money on something he was so bad at.
He then went on to say that he would never go to another one of my dance recitals again. He kept his word. Not that it mattered much. His harsh words led to me quitting dancing soon after.
His words stick with me so much that even five years later when I was cast in my school musical, the very thought of dancing and singing in front of an audience sent me into an anxiety spiral that led to me quitting in favor of a spot on crew.
My mom, on the other hand, has been to every performance and has had nothing but good things to say since the start. Every play, every school concert, every recital, all of them.
In fact, most recently, my school’s Shakespearean plays final night was $60 a ticket because of the particular theater we were in.
I told her not to go because she saw the first performances and it was expensive. She showed up anyway, with flowers and offering me a ride home. Story credit: Reddit / Grim666Games