I just don't get it and I know I *should* be happy for my parents but I can't shake this… this feeling and it's like a low-grade dread or something like an existential crisis, but for *them*, not me, and my dad's been a stay-at-home parent since I was small and now my youngest brother's off to uni in Ireland and my mom keeps saying "we're finally free, finally we can travel" and she's beaming and he just... stands there and smiles, and it's like a disassociation or something a total emotional blank but NOBODY seems to notice and I don't know what to do about it.