so I went to a lil party hosted by my friend for her graduation, and it was nice :) all her high school friends + some college friends were there, we ate, chatted, ALMOST dabbled in arts n crafts or wtv. One problem: it was at HER house. And even though I am well into my 20s, I am not allowed to go to other ppl’s houses without my parents permission. Yes, even my Close Friends who I’ve trusted for years with similar backgrounds to mine.
so, why not just ask them for permission? You’re right, I did. Not straight up tho; I wasn’t about to jeopardize my chances of going to this party (I’ve never been to a friends house, let alone a party). So I presented my mom a hypothetical; I said “mom, what if my friend were to invite me over to her house? Would you let me go?” And she said “yes, but only if I meet her parents first.”
ah that’s so simple. So why am I complaining? Well you see, my parents can never just visit someone at their house. First they must host these people at their own house. And absolutely And absolutely NO hosting will occur without deep cleaning every single inch of the house first. And this isn’t a suggestion; it’s a prerequisite.
Now are my parents normal about this at least? NO! Anytime my parents hosted anyone and insisted on deep cleaning, it would become a whole crisis on its own; and that’s when hosting people they wanted. Imagine how much more anger and blaming would occur if I insisted on bringing a persons family that they did not know and probably hated to visit.
all that aside, I presented this hypothetical only two weeks before the party so if my parents WERE to host her family they would not have enough time to deep clean the place.
so in the face of this shitty dilemma, I opt to Lie about the party. Say I’m seeing my friend at the mall nearby. Come the day of, my mom says we’re not allowed to be out for more than two hours. Do you know how long this party lasted? Five hours. Do you know when this woman started bombarding me with texts? Not even two hours into the party. I had to negotiate with her, then and there, in the middle of this party, to let us stay at this “hangout” for just a half hour more. I was barely able to chat and hang out with these ppl. I was stressed this whole time. I couldn’t fucking enjoy myself. At this innocent party of women just like me.
when I got home I complained about how she was being unreasonable and incessant, that everyone arrived later than the agreed-upon time which we couldn’t even help. Do you know what my mother says to me? She says, “it is wrong to stay outside for fun for so many hours.” What???? What the ever loving fuck?????? I literally fucking did chores for you before I left! I follow all of your shitty rules! I didn’t even break any that you’re aware of! I’m not even doing something fundamentally wrong at all! But she fucking insists on it, says “life isn’t about having fun.” That our dad didn’t like me and my siblings going out for fun for hours at a time, that he says it’s “improper.” I fucking hate these people man. What the hell are they talking about. Im not going out every weekend on benders or some shit. It’s like they’re trying to keep their children holed up in the house outside of work. Fuck these people. I need to move out. I’m so fucking angry. It’s like they don’t want me to be happy or enjoy my life. I hate them so much. I wish I was dead bc of their bullshit