Home/Relationships & Family/Secret resentment toward family/ThoughtI still wake up at four in the morning to bake the same rolls my father made fifty years ago. It was never enough for me...secret family resentmentfamily obligation guiltsettling regretShare this thoughtCopy linkShare on XDownload imageDoes this resonate with you?Share Your OwnBrowse MoreOthers have felt this tooI don't know if this even qualifies as a confession, but I've been baking the same goddamn honey-oat loaves at the Kroger for twenty years now, ever since I chickened out on that lease for "The Flour… …settling regretFor forty years, I was the one who handled the diapers, the catheters, the bills, and the endless, suffocating silence of a house that needed me to be its spine... …secret family resentmentAnd I’m still baking fucking sourdough for some grocery store chain that doesn’t give a shit about anything except their bottom line. …settling regretI wake up at 3am with the same stiffness in my knees, a grinding of bone on bone that sounds like the old flour mill we used to use. …aging fearsRelated ThemesEmpty Nest VoidFamily obligation guiltHidden relationship doubtsParentificationParenting insecurities