I guess I learned that lesson today.
You can’t get respect from your parents as an adult.
You can’t be yourself with them.
The only way you can be yourself is if you are in a place where you pay the bills. Like if you rent a room. You can go in your room alone or I guess if you bring friends over idk, and feel respected for who you are and your thoguhts. You can dance naked in your room you paid for. You can bring a dog or cat in there if allowed, and raise it how you want to. Nobody can come in that room and tell you what you can say out loud in that room or if you can dance naked or play a song you like there. You can listen to any podcast in that room. Cause you paid for that room. You earned it. You worked hard and earned money and paid for that room. Even if it was overpriced.
But when you step foot in your parents home because they wanted you to move back in with them, and they pay for the rent or they pay for most of the groceries or whatever it may be, you have to sit in that freaking home and nod when they say something you don’t agree with. And smile when they’re annoying. You have to act like everything they say is the best idea. They wouldn’t allow you not to. If you express another opinion than them, it is automatically dismissed. If you try to explain your position, they just get angry and then you’re risking losing your cheap living quarters at that point. Which is hard for someone like you who’s poor to begin with. It’s kinda like being at work. But at home. -_-
I’d rather keep the peace and respect my parents of course but I have to say… I’ll never get respect here.
In this world I guess you have to pay to get respect.
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