We all are strong enough to draw boundaries. We all have drawn boundaries. Everyone at work can treat us a certain way. And not treat us a certain way.
But when our parents critique us, we are liberal with them. We don’t raise our voice, mostly not even our concern. That is our love for their love, I guess.
What I am trying to say is that at a subtle level we all love being critiqued by our parents. We look forward to it. We crave it. It keeps us on our toes. As it should.
