You seem to want to talk about something and I think I know what it is, but here is the deal. It is your conversation. I can’t have it for you. I will continue to try and give you openings to talk about it, but I can’t make you take any of them.
You may wish I’d come out and just force you to have the discussion, but part of growing up is being able to have conversations about things that matter to you.
To me the core is that you’re my kid, I love you, and nothing is going to change that part of who you are to me. So unless you’re trying to divorce me as a parent, I’ll accept the rest, but it is up to you to tell me what the rest of it is.