heyyyy does anybody actually use fictionpress...? >.> just wondering if it's one of those scary sites that most people avoid... <.<
HAHAHAHAHAHAH Honestly out of all of those options probably killing her would be the easiest.
Option 1 would get me kicked out of the house and living on the streets, Option 2 would have me in a world of hurt for days as she constantly yells at me.
See, here's the reason I can do mostly what I like: I don't care. My parents can't hurt me, or at least, can't hurt me enough to change me.
And that's what you have to do. Not care.
"Listen. If you want to be invited to my wedding, if you want to meet my future children, if you want me to go to your funeral, you have to treat me with respect. Because if you don't respect me, I sure as hell don't respect you."
That's the thing with me. I don't respect people unless they earn it. And unless I respect them, I don't give a shit what they do or say.
But seriously, you could kill her. She's old. People might buy it.
Oh your parents much be really lenient if you could talk to them like that. I'd be murdered in my sleep if i said that to my grandmom. I dont care if she yells at me, i dont care what she thinks, but sadly i do care if i'm allowed back in my house, because its winter. I also care about going to college and she is the one who pays those bills. So if I were to talk to her like that I'd either be kicked out and become homeless, along with my boyfriend, or be killed. So to save myself from both options i put up with her shit.
I'm with you Ally. If I spoke to any of my family like what Tally said, I wouldn't half be, well, let's just say they wouldn't tolerate it. There's respect, and then there's just plain rude. lol But everyone's different. I respect people, but sometimes you have to suck it up and deal cos life would be a hell of a lot worse without those people, sometimes.
See, here's the reason I can do mostly what I like: I don't care. My parents can't hurt me, or at least, can't hurt me enough to change me.
And that's what you have to do. Not care.
"Listen. If you want to be invited to my wedding, if you want to meet my future children, if you want me to go to your funeral, you have to treat me with respect. Because if you don't respect me, I sure as hell don't respect you."
That's the thing with me. I don't respect people unless they earn it. And unless I respect them, I don't give a shit what they do or say.
Well, to each their own. I would not at all consider the words I quoted as rude. I'd say they are a rational and polite way of dealing with someone insufferable. In my world and culture, you only treat people as well as they treat you, whether they are an adult, a child, and friend, a family member, or the prime minister.
I thought you said you paid your own bills? That's what you said yesterday.
My parents love me. They get mad at me, but they love me and would never do anything to hurt me intentionally. I wouldn't speak to them that way because they would never be that disrespectful towards me. The worst they've ever done was force me to move without warning me or asking for my thoughts (I'm not saying I need to be part of the decision, I'm saying I need them to respect me enough to let me know.) Then I told them, very calmly, that since I'm at an age where I can make truly choices that will turn their lives upside down, they need to respect me enough to tell me when they're going to destroy my life.
They respect me as not just a child, but a human with rights and opinions that are just as valuable as their own.
And like I said, I will respect anyone who respects me.
On the other subject, when I was 13 they put me on a plane from Arizona to Calgary alone, where I stayed with my uncle for a night, then to Montreal, where I stayed with a friend for a night, then on a plane to Italy with my school. In three days. I was so jet lagged.