All in Family Matters

Somehow, what started out as a loving effort had made me feel like I had forsaken a large part of my independence and that my very identity was now called into question…I was ashamed that my parents lived with me. I was ashamed of how others might see that.  I was ashamed that I had started to see my parents as an object of frustration rather than truly wonderful people deserving of honor and whom I love.  I was ashamed about how I felt about my shame.