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Getting to Know Me: Day 3
14 years ago
Day 01 - Introduce Yourself
Day 02 - First love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
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Well, if you were disappointed by yesterdays topic, rest assured, the topic of my parents is one that I could talk about at length.
I currently do not have much of a relationship with my parents, despite actually living with them (I know, I'm 22 and I live with my parents, but the college I attended was nearby, so it just made things cheaper). If anything, I'm closer to my father, he's been the most supporting and more stable parent, even though we don't actually have any heart to heart talks.
My mother, on the other hand, is a different story. Growing up, she was insanely overprotective. When I was about 15 my mother lost her job due to a back injury that was progressively getting worse. This put a lot of strain on the family, since she was the primary breadwinner, and has been my entire life. She was also the more educated parent, so she could no longer do what she had gone to school to do.
This, coupled with her almost self-imposed isolation lead to her going into a deep depression. It was during this time that I took over all cooking responsibilities in the house, something that's still going on to this day. It was also during this time when the family dynamics changed. I seemed to become elevated to the level of parent while my mother became a child and the family became more reliant on me. I became their cook, their maid, the friend, their therapist, and their personal assistant, especially on days where my dad worked. Since he works 24 shifts, this left me to essentially take care of the house, sometimes having to stay up with my mother while she had an anxiety attack. I had to deal with each parent complaining about the other to me, or my mother going off on long, depressing stories about how horrible her childhood was.
Things became strained (and still are) between my mother and myself. I began to pity her less, instead growing to dislike and sometimes hate her. I hated her for being such a selfish person who only thought of herself, who wouldn't allow me to go to any other college than the one nearby because she didn't want to have to feel sad if I left, which left me to deal with a senior year of people discussing their college plans and having to deal with teachers trying to persuade me to go to a different school that was more fitting for my grades (I don't think much of myself in a lot of areas, but I am a good student and could have gone a better school, if given the chance). I couldn't stand her narcissism, that everything in the world was somehow related to her, that I couldn't be sad without it being a personal attack on her. When my dog died, she became angry at me for being sad about it, assuming that me being sad must be because of her.
Meh, I could whine and be emo a bit more (believe me, there's still stuff to share), but I'll pass. With grad school coming up soon, I'm not sure how my relationship with my parents will develop. Oh, and they do now know that I'm gay. I know that's rather pathetic, being 22 and in the closet, but my parents have deliberately stated how horrible it would be to have a gay child, so I'm waiting until I'm less reliant on them before I let them know.
Anyway, there's day 3.
Day 02 - First love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – An inspiration
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Something you love about yourself
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations
____________________________________________________________________
Well, if you were disappointed by yesterdays topic, rest assured, the topic of my parents is one that I could talk about at length.
I currently do not have much of a relationship with my parents, despite actually living with them (I know, I'm 22 and I live with my parents, but the college I attended was nearby, so it just made things cheaper). If anything, I'm closer to my father, he's been the most supporting and more stable parent, even though we don't actually have any heart to heart talks.
My mother, on the other hand, is a different story. Growing up, she was insanely overprotective. When I was about 15 my mother lost her job due to a back injury that was progressively getting worse. This put a lot of strain on the family, since she was the primary breadwinner, and has been my entire life. She was also the more educated parent, so she could no longer do what she had gone to school to do.
This, coupled with her almost self-imposed isolation lead to her going into a deep depression. It was during this time that I took over all cooking responsibilities in the house, something that's still going on to this day. It was also during this time when the family dynamics changed. I seemed to become elevated to the level of parent while my mother became a child and the family became more reliant on me. I became their cook, their maid, the friend, their therapist, and their personal assistant, especially on days where my dad worked. Since he works 24 shifts, this left me to essentially take care of the house, sometimes having to stay up with my mother while she had an anxiety attack. I had to deal with each parent complaining about the other to me, or my mother going off on long, depressing stories about how horrible her childhood was.
Things became strained (and still are) between my mother and myself. I began to pity her less, instead growing to dislike and sometimes hate her. I hated her for being such a selfish person who only thought of herself, who wouldn't allow me to go to any other college than the one nearby because she didn't want to have to feel sad if I left, which left me to deal with a senior year of people discussing their college plans and having to deal with teachers trying to persuade me to go to a different school that was more fitting for my grades (I don't think much of myself in a lot of areas, but I am a good student and could have gone a better school, if given the chance). I couldn't stand her narcissism, that everything in the world was somehow related to her, that I couldn't be sad without it being a personal attack on her. When my dog died, she became angry at me for being sad about it, assuming that me being sad must be because of her.
Meh, I could whine and be emo a bit more (believe me, there's still stuff to share), but I'll pass. With grad school coming up soon, I'm not sure how my relationship with my parents will develop. Oh, and they do now know that I'm gay. I know that's rather pathetic, being 22 and in the closet, but my parents have deliberately stated how horrible it would be to have a gay child, so I'm waiting until I'm less reliant on them before I let them know.
Anyway, there's day 3.
I'm sure it does.