I feel like a whiny little bitch making a post about this. In fact, I also feel like a stupid ranting teenager. However, I'm on the verge of turning 29.
Today, I was thinking about how much I hate my parents. I remember after I moved away from home, how I realized that they weren't nice people. There's been so many people who have verified that they aren't nice people. My father keeps trying to control me, and my mother thinks that just because she's my mother, it gives her priority over my posessions and my family. I'm tired of it all.
I don't think people who had good parents can understand people who had bad parents. I have one guy at work who says that parents deserve respect from their children just because they were your parents. I keep getting that bullshit argument, "They clothed and fed you, so you should respect them and be thankful". That's like a man being kept alive solely for the purpose of torturing a human being. He gets beaten and whipped on a daily basis, but since he's fed and clothed by his torturers, he should thank them?
There's so many things that I haven't told my wife about things that my parents have said. I've stopped myself from telling her to prevent her from blowing up at them at a bad point in time. We have one thing that needs to be settled with my parents, and then we can cut them out of our lives.
All at the same time, I feel so fucking sad about having to cut them out of my life. I want to love my parents, and I want to have a good relationship with them. But they're the biggest assholes I've ever met in my life. They've brought problems and stress to me and my family. They've broken my trust numerous times, they've ruined my personal property, and they have no respect for my thoughts, opinions, and decisions. If I wasn't related to them, I would have never let them into my life.
You'd think the fact that I've done better than them would help them realize that I'm doing fine on my own. Ha! After seeing all my accomplishments, they feel the need to come in and fuck it all up for me. "You shouldn't do this" and "If I were you, I'd do that instead".
I felt rather stupid, childish, and ashamed to inform my boss and two other co-workers about my rotten relationship with my mother to prevent her from comprimising the safety of my child. But what else could I do? She's a JW, and she cleans my workplace. I had no other choice.
My parents are the ONLY major cause of stress in my life. Finance, my wife, my boy, and my work are miniscule sources of stress compared to my parents.
I don't want my mother touching my child. I can't stand being touched by her, let alone getting praise from her or even my dad. Their opinions mean nothing. In fact, when I do get praise from my parents, I'm embarrassed by it. I still can't really figure that one out, but I hate it when my parents are proud of me. My mother's touch is like getting touched by the diseased. It's disgusting and filthy. I don't want that near my child.
I love how they try telling me how to raise my child. If the product of their child-raising years hates them this much, I'll find my own ways to raise my child. I don't need a child who hates me.
Sorry, this was a long rant, and I could probably go on.