Last week I got a card in the post from my aunt. I didn't read all of it because I couldn't read her writing, but the bit I did read crossed a line and made me feel violated.
She said she's worried about me because I am no longer in graduate school and went as far into suggesting that I study hospital administration.
I feel that she violated a boundary. We're not that close. She doesn't know what's going on in my life. She didn't know me.
I get it that she cares and is concerned about my future, but I don't think it's her place to tell me how to live my life.
The graduate program I was in was not for me. It was my intention to complete the program, but due to unforseen circumstances such as the university employing former peers who were caught plagiarizing over me, that was the nail in the coffin.
I knew for a while that the course of study wasn't for me. But no one sees it that way. It's like no one wants what's best for me. It's like everyone wants me to go to school, get a job I don't care about and live the rest of my life sad and alone until I either drink myself to death or die of misery. But that's life, I guess.
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