So here I am at my parent's house for an oh-so-fun family dinner (belated birthday dinner for me and an early birthday dinner for my mom). My friend brought me here yesterday and my anxiety is through the roof now...I am hoping to be home in 5 hours at the latest...
So last night my parents were talking about how I was such a bad kid...I WAS NOT A FUCKING BAD KID!!
So why would they say that? Okay, well I didn't get straight A's on my report cards, I listened to heavy metal music, I got into a fight in high school (some guy attacked me and I fought back, oh yeah, that makes me so terrible), I skipped 1 half day my senior year, I wore concert t-shirts and a lot of black clothing (this is in the late 80's and early 90's when rock and roll was at it's peak), I refused to be confirmed to their church because I didn't believe in the crap that their church was selling as truth, I had a messy room, and I didn't hang out with the cheerleaders and jocks. Yep, I was just such a BAD kid. I always came home by curfew, I did not get pregnant, I did not do drugs (well, except for smoking, okay, that's not great), I never swore at my parents, I never failed a class (even the ones that were hard for me), I graduated high school, I was never in trouble with the law, I never skipped class except for that 1 half day, I only had detention twice in my whole school career, I did my homework, I worked as soon as I was legally able and by my sophmore year I was paying my own car insurance and paying for my own car repairs and gas and was buying most of my own clothes, I turned down the music or television when asked, I got up and got ready for school by myself with no arguments even though I hated school, and I helped around the house and on the farm. Wow, was I bad or what?
What a load of crap. I can't wait to get home. These people are driving me fucking nuts.
Update:
I made it home without losing my temper...I am so happy to see my cat and my bed ;o)
Parents tend to judge their children from the perspective of their generation. You weren't a bad child, but neither were you what they expected. It's one of the things we have to accept in order to love our parents and children.
ReplyDeleteExpectations.......we need to just chuck them out the window.
I agree...expectations can often set a person up to fail. Everyone needs to be accepted as they are...and I need to work on accepting my parents as they are just as much as they need to accept me as I am. People can only change if they want to change :o)
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