 Originally Posted by SolSkye
Generally, everyone sees everything from only their point of view, and rarely takes the time to step into someone else's shoes
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Before you diss anyone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you diss them, you're a mile away, and you have their shoes.
 Originally Posted by SolSkye
My suggestion is for you to get a job and make a go of it on your own, you will probably find a little respect for yor parents when you get a taste of what it is like to support yourself.
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 Originally Posted by SolSkye
Your parents love you and they probably think that they are doing the right thing. Respect them for what they have done for you, raising you and all.
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That may be true for most people, but I have no respect for my parents. Firstly, for my dad who left, and then for my mother who would have raised a complete retard had I not had some smidgeon of intelligence.
"Yes, mother, I can look after myself at age 7 while you go on the piss with your new crack-selling boyfriend, and come home drunk, waking up saying oh shit I'm pregnant again red wine makes my fanny sore"
So yeah, maybe the dude has some serious issues with them. Anyway, I moved out of my mothers house when I was about 12, and went to stay with my aunt and uncle.
My aunt and uncle had their rules, which I obeyed generally (hey, I was a kid) but by my last year of school I hated living with them, I couldn't wait to get away from home. I had seriously considered moving out without a job or anything, just up and leaving and seeing what happens.
But I didn't do that, I stayed and went to college for a year, and got a diploma. I eventually moved in with my girlfriend, at 19, because I hated going home with a passion, and hated the shit I had to deal with regardless of whether I obeyed the rules or not. I looked at things from their point of view, but my main problem was that they didn't look at things from my point of view.
So yeah, I moved out when I got a job. Then my girlfriend moved back home, so I moved with her in her parents house. Then she had to go away for 6 months, to work, and I, well I stayed. So I now live with my girlfriend's parents, and I'm loving it. I love going home, I enjoy their company, and everything is cool. I still visit my aunt and uncle, and we're all good. But everytime I get into my car and drive home, I think how glad I am that I'm not doing the trip the opposite way around.
Move out when you can afford it, and maybe pay a visit to the folks every now and then. But do remember that they've done what you're in the process of doing, and that they've given you everything you own, so you have to buy your own curtains and pillowcases.
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