<begin emotionally charged rant>
My life may seem perfect to the outsider. I should be envied, looked up to, and respected. But what I have isn’t what I wanted. I fell into this. I came here out of necessity. Outside forces pushed my to make the decisions I did, to avoid the fights for what I wanted.
Let’s start with college. I picked the most practical major I could tolerlate. It was no coinicence that is was the same as yours. My own fault, I sought your approval of my life. Compuer science was not what I wanted, but I pick the career path that I wouldn’t need 8+ years of schooling for. I wanted to be astronomer since I was 7, but I would be useless in the real world until I got a phd. And even then career prospects are slim. I gave up on my dream to be practical. I finished college so fast I don’t remember it. 3 years, 2 degrees. I took too many classes and I suffered, my grades suffered, all in order to get out “early”. So I could save you money. I lived at home. To save you money. I did everything you wanted, even if you didn’t expicitely ask for it.
I tried to move out when I graduated. I could afford it. I had a good job, I would still be close by. But no. This guilt trips started. “How can I keep up this house by myself? You expect me to live in this big house by myself?” You kept saying. So what am I supposed to do? Live with you forever? Seems like it. You can’t afford this house without me now, yet you refuse to sell it. You keep saying you want to move to another state, but you never do. And you won’t go without me anyway. So I’m stuck here. Forever.
Yes, my live is good. It’s a good house in a safe area. I can afford the things I want, but MY life is on hold. As long as I’m here, as long as half my paycheck goes to this family, I can never have my own family. I’m 26. That gives me 4 years left before I having genetically deficient kids. Dating is next to impossible. You never leave the house. I can never be alone. Dinner together is an issue EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. I have to plan what I’m going days in advanced, and if I don’t tell you those plans as soon as I know them, you flip out.
Now I can afford to by my own house. That last card in your hand. But no, I can’t do that, since I’m supposed to be being a house to rent out to other people. Thanks for asking what I want to do with MY money. I don’t want to be a landlord. yes, I get that real estate is good, and that you’ve done this before, but I remebered how stressed you were. I don’t want tenants calling me at 3 am because their toliet broke. I WANT MY OWN LIFE.
I can’t win this battle. You won’t accept any reasons I have for living my own life, with my choices. Every time I do something that I want and you disapprove of, you scream at me, but you refuse to accept that you’re screaming at me. You don’t even know your own behavior.
90% of the time I’m ok with this situation. But the rest of the time is heartbreaking for me. I’m a rat trapped by your logic.