In order to disown me, you must first own me.
You never owned me.
You never disowned me.
You owned you,
You may have disowned the part of you that loved me. The part of you that felt responsible for me.
I disowned the part of me that was enslaved to making you proud. To hoping you could understand.
I now recognize that your understanding may come or it may not, and that my expectation of you to understand is unrealistic.
I still hope that you try.
I am happy with who I am.