Whoa, there filthy, you sneaked in when I wasn’t looking. Many thanks for your kind words and advice. I am hitting low spot here. It’s nearing the end of my first quarter at college, I’ve got a paper due Tuesday, finals are in two weeks, and I was at home listening to my parents extol my brother’s virtues while telling me what a worthless piece of shit I am. It gets a girl down.
Rest assured that I bow to no one’s wishes. No matter how hard they try.
Hey, happy 700! Oops! A little too MPSIMS.
Yeah, the asterisk in my last posting was going to a comment where I admitted to lying and that I knew perfectly well where you and your parents were at culturally. But my REAL wife is not the slightest bit Indian and her parents had the same contradictory plans for her. It’s the same the world over.
Well, in that case, the world can go fuck itself.
When I take over, things will be better, because if you want something done right…
Thanks on the 700… I’m holding off on the festivites until I hit 1000. 
[sub]I knew you weren’t being an asshole…I’m just paranoid. And a teenager. Wait… those two aren’t mutually exclusive.[/sub]
If I may go MPSIMS again, remember what I said about your Art paper. It was damned good. You are a VERY smart person, and obviously have a LOT more sense than your smarty-pants brother. You will be more successful and will have many opportunities for condescending remarks at his expense as time goes on. You’re good enough…
But, doggone it, WE like you!
Sounds good to me. As long as you don’t go overboard and do unhealthy stuff just because you can. But you sound much too together to do anything like that.
You are doing so great in your life that it is almost ludicrous that your parents are so unparental about you. You got into the University of Chicago, for crying out loud. You know how hard that is. You are literate – my gosh, you can even spell “ad nauseam” – which never goes without saying these days. I don’t know you well enough to say more good stuff about you, but I would bet my mortgage that there is a lot more of it.
Okay, so the heck with stuff to make your parents proud – which will probably never happen, BTW, and I’m sorry, but that’s the way I see it. You have figured out what’s going on in your life, which puts you waaaaaay ahead of most 18-year-olds. And my son iampunha tells me you’re a really nice person. He’s a great judge of character.
I can see why you made your own family on the boards! At some point, I bet you’ll do it IRL. F2F hugs work better than cyberhugs.
In the meantime, and FWIW, I’m proud of you.
Sorry to burst your bubble there, but I’ve already put my plans for world domination under way. We’re already in phase 4, and I think we screwed up the election rather nicely, don’t you? Just another week before moving into phase 5 . . .
Two words: idiot savant. He,as an adult, blew $175.00 on Leggos!
My personal opinion on family: Just because you have common genes is no reason to pretend to have a relationship. I have a great relationship with my mother and sisters. My father and his entire side of the family tree can kiss my ass.
Tiggeril,
I feel for you, I really do. I won’t relate my tale now, but suffice to say I have been in your shoes. I have minimal contact with the people who call themselves my “parents” (who did little more then give birth to me and not kill me before I moved out).
I found a new, rich life full of love and acceptence through my husband, my friends, and myself. Just because these people are your parents does not give them the right to demean you. Stick it out until you can make it on your own, then call it good enough. You’ll soon see that there are plenty of people in real life as supportive as the dopers here, and you’ll actually have some holidays that include things like:
Fun
Love
Support
Relaxation
Believe it or not, it can happen. Sorry for all your troubles. Maybe at Christmastime you can get a nasty “flu” and get out of going home?
Zette
Zette says:
I have a little bit of a cold coming on, tiggeril, you wanna make out or something and see if I can pass some germs on to you? I know we hardly know each other, but that’s the kind of romantic bastard I am.
BTW, I think Zette said what I was trying to say earlier, but was clearer than I in expressing the idea.
Crunchy, my loins plead me to accept your offer, but I can’t. You see, I live a scant three hours’ drive from school, and my parents know where my dorm is, so there’s nothing stopping them from dragging me home kicking and screaming. I am, however, planning to bounce around between friends’ homes in order to get my ass out of the house as much as possible.
Zette, thank you. I know time will sort things out, but what can I say? I’m an impatient teenager.
Tig, honey, I am so sorry that you are going through this. And that I haven’t been around to help. You know my email address, please make use of it? If I can help in anyway, you know I will.
So just let me say this…I am very proud to be your Scottimom, and would do it all over again. You are bright, and loving, and ANYONE should be proud to call you their daughter.
And, I am. Proud, that is.
(((((((((tiggerdaughter))))))))
Tiggeril, I feel your pain, although my situation is a bit opposite. I am the perfect daughter. I spent high school working my ass off so I could get my International Baccalaurate Diploma. I studied and worked hard to get a 1380 on my SATs (third highest of my graduating class). I had a 3.8 GPA and ranked 6th out of 375 graduates in my class. I got a full scholarship to a college I hated in the middle of nowhere and stayed for a year so they wouldn’t worry about money. When I got my IB Diploma, I got the highest score in English (a 7 - closest to me in my class was a 5) and a 6 in History (again, no one else came close - just a 5). I took 36 credits in my first year of college and got a 3.85 GPA.
My mom takes all this for granted. My brother barely graduated. He had mental problems and had to go to private school, so all the family’s money went to his wasted education. He recently got thrown out of the army for drug abuse (crack and cocaine) and for having a DWI. He comes home and proceeds to do drugs in the house; my mom blindly turns her eye to him.
The best advice I can give is to ignore them and do your own thing. I dropped from school and took a semester off to re-evaluate what I wanted. I applied to a local university (UMBC) and got another scholarship. I transfered my loans and I pay my bills and I buy my own things - clothes, personal items. My parents don’t respect me any more for this, but they leave me alone. I eat Thanksgiving where I want, I spend my time how and with whom I want. They have no say over my life and therefore they cannot make me feel any lesser or inferior. Letting your parents know that their opinion does not matter may not stop them from hurting you, but it will allow you freedom that you don’t seem to have right now.
Hope that helps.
{{{{Tig}}}}
Tig, I had a brother like that. Oldest son. Fabulous grades. Blonde and handsome. Football player. Went crazy and killed himself.
You can only hope.
Scottimom: ::crawls back into lap:: There. Much better.
Nacho:Unfortunately my plans (MY plans, note) require their financial support. I consider it my due.
dadzone: snicker Yes, one can hope.