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Non Supportive Parents |
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#26
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My parent's don't care what I want to become, as long as I do whatever I want.
My parents are un-supportive in the way that they always put me down. Especially my dad who are always insulting me and taunting me, since I'm not as smart and athletic or better in any way than my siblings. He says I will fail before I even get into University, while my mom's hopes of me passing University is low. Even my grandma said that I shouldn't go to University. Nobody cares enough or loves me so they don't really care what happens to me in the future. I know that they don't even want to spend any money on me. They rather have me out of their lives so they can truly celebrate having such awesome kids like my siblings. Yes, I'm an outcast from the family. |
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*Blow_Don't_SUCK* |
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It's not that they discourage me (if you mean by non-supporting). It's just that they don't care. I don't mind that either.
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"Tina, I want you to get straight A's."
"Okay dad, will you help me on my math homework?" "Go ask your friends." ![]() |
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*incoherent* |
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Look, thats an oportunity cost... I felt that my parents accepting me for who I am was more important than college... If it's not that important to you. That is your opinion. I don't regret it. Altho you're right... I do regret the bad grade, but I don't regret the relationship I recieved from what I did. you'd rather ruin your life now while living with your parents who you are probably not going to be living with your whole life so it doesnt matter what they think and just f**k up your future?
It doesn't matter how successful a career it is... If you enjoy doing it, then do it! Success: being content and thankful with what you have, yet always working for what you love. (I made this up off the top of my head, but I really think thats what success is... what do you think it is?) |
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![]() Ralph+Emma= love!!!!!!!!! ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 35 Joined: May 2006 Member No: 406,063 ![]() |
I see my parents twice a year.. so.. i guess it's alot better when you see your parents everyday and you can talk to them than talking to them on the phone..
![]() My daddy is absolutely wonderful and so is my mum.. Although she's a bit like Regina's mother ("Mean Girls"). It's not very nice, u know.. But I'd say my parents are quite supportive when they remember that we exist.. ![]() ![]() The thing is that they get too excited with whatever we do and sometimes this is very embarasing.. ![]() |
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mine are supportive.---at least my dad is. My mom used to be. Now shez just weird/mean. She rants like there's no tomorw.
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*My Cinderella.* |
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My grandma is actually a bit neutral about it. She's fine with me being an actress she just says I have a slim chance. 1 - I'm asian (Not may asian actors/actresses out there) 2 - I'm short 3 - I'm too old for kid shows and too young for the big screen.
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![]() Jess!ka ![]() Group: Member Posts: 9 Joined: May 2006 Member No: 408,902 ![]() |
yeah...i think everyone feels that way at one point and time...and maybe its for the kids own good...but like my parents are totally that way...like i have a twin sister and she is in I.B. and i dont make good grades like her...im not a goody goody but anyway i get in fights in the past...and they look down on me because im not my sister or anything like her...i mean i was talking to my dad and telling him im moving out when im 17 and he was laughed in my face and told me im not going to make it...and yeah everything like that....So juss follow your dreams dont let them or anyone else get in your way
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Mine..are just there. I talk to them because I have to, but even then, they don't know me--let alone support me.
All they wanted me to do is get good grades and to be social and happy. I did none of that. So now, they just want me to be social and go to school. Eh. They really don't know how I think, or what I think--and I have nothing I'd need support from, really.. Well, I'd need their support if I was feeling extremely depressed or something, but they're just insensitive and unintentionally cruel that it's not worth going to them anymore. I don't know. I fall under the "I've lost touch with my parents and we still live in the same household" category. Hm. From reading the other replies here, I guess I'd have to add more. My parents are not supportive in which I do something--a little thing--and they are all over me, congratulating me. I never had the "I just got an A in my World History test!" "Congrats! We love you so much!" but just a simple "Good." or not even caring, really. And that's happened more than a few times. But, then again, when I get those kinds of grades in tests, I just shrug it off as luck..maybe they do the same, who knows. Hm. My parents weren't close at all, actually. They never were affectionate towards me, they never told me they loved me [I never heard "I love you." until I had seen it on t.v.]. But I was given gifts--and it was usually thrown in my face if I said I didn't feel cared for. "How can you think we don't care about you or don't love you; look at all we bought for you!" Yeaaaah. Material things don't equate with love. And even little things like PTA meetings, or open houses, or even a dance recital were just a pain for them to bother coming to. I remember they came to my 5th grade graduation, though. I cried because they were there..I didn't think they'd come. It was nice, I guess. They were never involved, really. Now they're involved because I stopped going and it caused a big mess. Now they know about my so-called problems because there are others telling them they exist. But even through all of that, they really can't keep from laughing when I tell them how I feel [depressed, anxious, sick, panicky] because they feel I'm making it up. I'm sure they don't even.. Meh. I've thought too much about this and it came off so disorganized. I'll stop typing now. |
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