I determined I can't be mad at my parents for not really knowing who I am. I never let them in enough to learn.
But they aren't learning who I am now, and every now and then something will be said that confirms they still see me as Old Indiana Me.
So, yeah, I'm not happy that they keep getting me wrong and assuming I'm still someone who is basically dead and gone at this point. And it's not like they don't have constant visual reminders. Like how Old Me only wore pants if required and never wore a belt, but New California Me hardly ever wears anything but pants out the door and has some belts that are worn.
I curse people for letting covid get bad. So far I'm 2/2 on looking at moving to LA just before covid gets bad. I plan on finding other sources of income once I'm there, but I can't get to an expensive place like that and have my primary source of income yanked from me. So, curse those who let it get bad again. Because I need insurance that will actually cover things and providers who know what they're doing. And because I need out of here. Strangers treat me better.