I guess if you really grilled me I would say that I love my son. But if you ask me what that meant, I would have a hard time telling you. I'm wondering if I'm only thinking that because that's what parents are supposed to feel for their child.

But honestly, it's like he's just this alien being living at our house that I don't understand. For context, there are 35 years separating our ages. He's not a bad kid, but I don't understand much at all about him. I don't understand his humor. I don't his worldview. To be fair I don't understand any of the stuff he's going through as a young person today, because things today are so much different than when I was his age.

But most importantly, I don't really WANT to understand. I guess that's the worst part. That's what makes me feel like I'm a bad parent. And I'm sure that I am. But I can't help it.