When I broke free I stood alone in a dense, thick fog of desperation. As I became myself, you lost your bragging rights. The parts of me that made you proud are the very things that suffocated me, and your championing of these 'virtues' only increased my determination to be free of them. My search for freedom and peace left you disillusioned and confused. As I tentatively reached out and found comfort in the discovery of new interests, your derision tarnished them until I realised that was your intention.
The happiness I've found is like salt in the wound of your own discontent. Why is my peace of mind such a threat to your own?
But underneath it all, I see it. The grudging respect and admiration that fights against everything you've been taught, everything you know. I wish you victory in discarding your own self-imposed shackles.