About That Comment in Firestone

I told you last night “There was a time that you told me about your parents. You said that your mom would always share her emotions and feelings and you feel like she stopped doing that because your dad never acknowledged her feelings, her thoughts or even her in general. And this is where I think we’re at now because I don’t even want to tell you when I’m feeling a certain way because I don’t know how you’re going to react and I might as well just not tell you when something is bothering me.”
And I know that comment really stuck to your mind.

But it’s stuck to mine too.
And I don’t want to be your mom and dad.
Partially because they’re not even together anymore.
And mainly because I know that I am not your mom and you are not your dad.
We are better, because we have learned from their mistakes.

But another thing, I am not my mom nor my dad. And neither are you.
So I demand to be respected, heard, validated, reassured and loved.