(July 31, 2010 at 2:07 pm)chasm Wrote: Everyone seems to want to know my reasons. They aren't easy to explain, but there is a lot of bitterness there. My dad was never home and my mom was always drunk when I was growing up, so it's probably resentment from that. It's also the fact that I don't like them as people. They have very bad personalities. I also think it's because they never helped me through my cancer, it was my aunt and uncle who did that. Recently, since I was about 17, my parents have tried to actively become a part of my life and I don't want them to be, because I've finally gotten away, and they won't leave me alone. I just don't like them at all.
A couple of you were saying it's not a good thing, and that's probably because they're my parents. I'm the kind of person that doesn't think blood ties have anything to do with me liking you or not. I don't think they're good people, and I don't want them in my life. I guess I should have worded it a little differently and said "out of my life" rather than "dead". I don't mean it literally. I wish death on no one. I would just rather have it so that it seemed like they died, and I could live in peace.
Understandable. When I was 17 I left home, moved 700 miles away, got an apartment with some friends and worked full time and finished high school. My mom came to "visit" me while i was living on my own. One week turned into months, and I had to ask her to leave. Ever since then our relationship hasn't been the same. She has been in California for the past 11 years or so and I have been in NC, the distance between us is fitting. However, recently she has made the decision to move out here, very soon. As disappointed as I was at the news, she asked me if I was happy she was coming, the voice inside my head said "Are you kidding me?" but the words i spoke we "of course". I had a very colorful childhood myself, some of which people would not believe, ok maybe not that strange, but definitely not picturesque! I understand you sentiments very well. Also, no mention of my dad because he died at a very young age, but my memories are fond ones.
