Don't sweat the small things?

I recently had a very heartfelt conversation with a very good friend of mine and it was late at night and it was just the two of us. And for some odd reason, we had hung out many times before but we had never had a really deep conversation about our lives. It was as if we were both strangers to each other as we opened our hearts up and allowed the other to look inside and see more and give more of ourselves to the other. It was hard, no doubt, to open up and leave yourself vulnerable and waiting for the other to say something about what you had revealed about yourself that you hide from so many others. But it left me feeling more complete and less empty than i hae felt in years.

I had decided to share with my friend the story of the relationship between me and my parents, and to explain the relationship between my mom and my dad. And this one particular event has been bothering me for quite some time. I was in walmart running some errands with my mom when my dads co manager brian came up and said that my dad was eating all of the oatmeal raisin cookies and refusing to share with any of the other managers because they were his favorite and another female employee had made them for him. Then my mom asked me to go and grab a couple of things for her and to meet her back in the same spot in a couple minutes. The next time i ran into my mom, she was holding flour, sugar, oatmeal, butter, eggs, and raisins. Stuff to make oatmeal raisin cookies. We check out and go home and for the next 3 hours, my mom slaves away and makes batch after batch of oatmeal raisin cookies for my father. My dad comes home and my mom shows my dad what she had been doing all day, and his response "I can't eat that shit. You know i'm on a fucking diet." But it wasn't the response that broke my heart. It was my mothers face. It was so full of... hurt and misunderstanding and all that she wanted to do was to please him. For him to love her. And as a child, i would have never have noticed this. I would have never seen how hard my mom worked and i would have never have seen how much it hurt her and how hard she tried to hide it.

So, i shared that story with my friend along with many others, and one of the many stories that she shared with me, was of her dad. And how he owns his own business and how every day around 3 they would go out and run errands. And when she was younger, they would always park in the farthest spot away from the entrance. And one day she asked why they always parked so far away and her dad told her that the close spots were for old people, sick people, and those that can't walk very far. And as the years have gone by, they have been parking closer and closer. And her dad is dying and he is very sick. They park in the first spot available, and he can barely make it to the door without having to stop and take a breath and regain strength. But, as a child, she would never have noticed this change.

As i grow up and have become shall we say wiser, i have started noticing these very small, minute details and i have noticed that they are so... HURTFUL. The are more hurtful than the big, tramatic things that you would think would hurt more. Like a death, a friend that leaves you, a parent that walks out on you. Whatever it may be. I have come to notice that one big thing doesn't happen a lot. But many many small things happen constantly and if you notice them, they add up and have a bigger impact on you then the very very occasional big event. So these small things, build and build and build, and they come to weigh your heart down. and you can never forget them. So, i'm curious. What are some of the small things weighing down on your hearts?