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  • #16
    Fortunately, so long as they know I'm going out, my parents don't care how late I'm out, or if I'm out all night, or anything. So I can do whatever I want while I'm out, though they do have a tendency to call me often to see if I'll be home anytime soon. All I have to do is tell them "No," though.

    Like I said, they're not generally unreasonable people, just extremely paranoid about sex for some reason.

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    • #17
      Um, I'm 25 and still not allowed to have boys in my room.

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      • #18
        Ugh, that's so lame >_< Like I said, I understand it at 16 or so, but once you're over 20, c'mon. I know you're still living under their roof, but that's just so invasive.

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        • #19
          Not only did my parents (well, mother and aunt, actually) trust me not to be stupid (and provide me with the information necessary), but my grandmother had no qualms about me and my fiance spending the night in the same bed while visiting.

          ^-.-^
          Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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          • #20
            Well my mom has finally eased off the curfew - but she won't go to sleep until I get home so it's essentially a guilt-induced curfew. Not that I feel bad about her staying up, but that she keeps my step-dad up and he's actually a really great guy.

            Oh and supposedly she's going to start charging me rent - but that's a whole 'nother fight.

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            • #21
              My mom does the same thing, inidigo.

              Thing is, I am flat out honest and tell her that I will not be home until after midnight, or I won't be home AT ALL that night. And as soon as I walk in the door, who is sitting at the table on her laptop?

              My brother won't give honest answers to when he comes home, but I will. We've came home from the bars at 2-3 am, and she's been sitting there, waiting for us.

              Don't get me started on the guilt trips about my brother and I not being home "enough" and not enough "family time". Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Because we live here, we HAVE to stay home a certain amount of time to keep you happy? Really? Last Sunday, my brother and I were forced to keep Sunday evening free for "family supper". Seriously. They gave me shit for spending every night for 5 or 6 days at a friend's place. I told them my bedroom was too hot, not to mention I'm 25 and can stay wherever I want. My brother has been threatened rent if he doesn't spend more time at home. His last job....he TRAVELED FOR WORK!!!!!!!!!! And when he didn't work...he wanted to party and hang with his friends. DUH.

              It's annoying. I am giving up shopping and saving for a new place again.
              Last edited by blas87; 07-13-2012, 11:28 PM.

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              • #22
                Are our mothers secretly sisters? Because I totally get guilt tripped about family time too. I have a part-time job with varying hours (like 13 hours this week and 3 next week) and occasionally I'll get hired on for various projects at a testing center. During projects I have worked 7 days a week - and all of this is in a city an hour away - and I get shit for never being home. When I have no project and am home, I'm given shit for looking for jobs and spending too much time on the computer. Hell, I get bitched at for the ONE night a week I see my fiance. It's a can't win situation.

                And of course the moment I get paid - as in the same night - I get her hitting me up for money that I supposedly "owe" them. Of course I later find out from my step-dad that she's blown through $7000 out of the $8000 they got in a tax refund. She wasn't too pleased when I told her that until I saw an itemized bill and we discussed what I "owe" her then she's not getting anything. But then again, this is the same woman who when I told her I was graduating a semester early said "Great, now you're going to screw me over on claiming you for taxes." (She later tried to say she was joking... yea right)

                I wish I could afford a place of my own, but my fiance doesn't make enough to cover all of it and my work schedule is too unpredictable. I have been putting as much as I can away but it's going to take a full-time job for me in order for us to get out on our own.
                Last edited by MadMike; 07-15-2012, 12:09 AM. Reason: Please don't quote the entire post. We've already read it.

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                • #23
                  My mom is the type, who will openly offer to pay for things, then come back later screaming that everyone in this family uses her and doesn't spend any time with her and blah blah whine whine whine. And, when the cell phone bill comes, and I tell her I will pay her ON payday, that very week, Monday-Wednesday, if not before, I get a daily reminder about it. I've never NOT paid her.

                  The other night, at Olive Garden, she offered to pay for everyone. Refused to let my brother and I pay for ourselves. Then, turn around the next day, and tells me I owe her back.

                  Kicks and screams because we didn't originally invite her. She had a damn appointment after work. And I wanted Dad out of the house so I wouldn't have to babysit him while he drank himself stupid and watched Fox News like he does when she isn't home.

                  I will be so glad when I have enough money again to move out. My parents are fucking insane.

                  Edit to add: And...if I am home....oh...my god.....every five minutes, "Whatcha doin?" "You ok?" "You alright up there?" Leave me the fuck alone. Seriously.
                  Last edited by blas87; 07-14-2012, 11:06 PM.

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                  • #24
                    I'm sure if I stayed at my dad's it be hella worse than what they put me through already. More of "When are you going back to school?" "You cannot support yourself with a paycheck from your retail job" blah blah blah. Well, no, I cannot live on my own with what I make in this town. But I have roommates that help with the bills.

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                    • #25
                      Blas, the more you talk about your parents, the more I marvel at how well you turned out.

                      Good luck on keeping sane and healthy until you can get your own place again.

                      ^-.-^
                      Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden

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                      • #26
                        Originally posted by blas87 View Post
                        Kicks and screams because we didn't originally invite her. She had a damn appointment after work. And I wanted Dad out of the house so I wouldn't have to babysit him while he drank himself stupid and watched Fox News like he does when she isn't home.
                        Please do forgive me for saying this, hon - but, I ...er...am sorta starting to understand why your dad drinks.

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                        • #27
                          I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do on my new shift, which will be a day shift during the weekends. I'll have the entire house to myself to clean and whatnot during the day during the week, and on the weekend, I can at least have a valid reason to never be around for all the family "fun", lols.

                          Don't worry, Pepper. I don't like how excessive he gets about it, but we all understand.

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                          • #28
                            Originally posted by blas87 View Post
                            My mom is the type, who will openly offer to pay for things, then come back later screaming that everyone in this family uses her and doesn't spend any time with her and blah blah whine whine whine. And, when the cell phone bill comes, and I tell her I will pay her ON payday, that very week, Monday-Wednesday, if not before, I get a daily reminder about it. I've never NOT paid her.

                            The other night, at Olive Garden, she offered to pay for everyone. Refused to let my brother and I pay for ourselves. Then, turn around the next day, and tells me I owe her back.

                            Kicks and screams because we didn't originally invite her. She had a damn appointment after work. And I wanted Dad out of the house so I wouldn't have to babysit him while he drank himself stupid and watched Fox News like he does when she isn't home.

                            I will be so glad when I have enough money again to move out. My parents are fucking insane.

                            Edit to add: And...if I am home....oh...my god.....every five minutes, "Whatcha doin?" "You ok?" "You alright up there?" Leave me the fuck alone. Seriously.
                            I've seen this very thing from both perspectives.

                            After coming home from the Army and moving back in with my parents, I couldn't stand them. I felt like I always got the third degree, where you going, what are you gonna be doing, who's gonna be there, when you coming home, what did you really do, where did you really do this, who said what. All that was missing was the single overhead light and the rubber hose. I was interrogated by both a Mom and Dad and not at the same time. I often wondered if they compared notes afterwords. I was 24 I'd been to war, I'd been blown up and shot and now I'm 15 again??? After a month I couldn't take I moved out an with two cousins we rented a house in the next town where they were going to school. Eventually my parents learned that they unintentionally drove me out but they also never apologized for it either.

                            I have two daughters your age and both have moved out and back and now out. My oldest son moved out for college and he'll most likely never be back unless something drastic happens.
                            As a parent regardless of the child's age it's hard to see them as adults and especially so if they're living with you. My middle daughter isn't shy about letting folks know what she's thinking. The four of us finally set down and decided no curfew but let their mother know if they're coming home and approximately when, no over night guests regardless of gender without prior approval (after all we also have much younger children) and what was expected of them in contributing to the family such as chores or money and when such contributions were due. After that things went much smoother. Now they both have children.

                            Now all that to say this, I suggest you and your brother team up and broach your feelings with your Dad to begin with since he's seems to be more reasonable. Once you have some sort of understanding with him then have him broach it with your Mom. I mean no disrespect but you Mom sounds like she either needs to be on some meds, she's taking some meds she shouldn't or she's just plain old crazy. My maternal grandfather was the same way until he learned you weren't going to be intimidated, then he was your best buddy.
                            Cry Havoc and let slip the marsupials of war!!!

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                            • #29
                              My parents only asked one thing of my brother and me, don't be bringing home one night stands. We have a younger sister, (almost 15 years younger than me, 12 younger than my bro) so she was quite young when we hit our clubbing years.

                              They had no problem with us bringing people home that we were in a relationship with, but asked for no sleepovers until after a few months when things were serious and sister had a chance to know them. So it wasn't just one night stands, (which of course I get, who wants to know their baby girl is tarting herself around), but no random new hook ups either.

                              Bro and I had no problem with that, I wasn't one for relationships back then anyway so it wasn't a huge issue for me. Hubby was the first guy I ever officially brought home. We even moved back into my parents house, per their suggestion when we were building our home. We weren't married yet, but mum and dad had no problems with us sharing a room as we were obviously committed.

                              I think if your Dad had a problem, he should have said something in the first place, not waited until you were moving out, what does that accomplish? It's too late then! He should have been grown up enough to come to you and discuss it like an adult.
                              You're Perfect Yes It's True.. But Without Me You're Only You!

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                              • #30
                                I never felt comfortable bringing boys up to my bedroom... however, there was a bathroom with a shower and a lock on the door which worked wonders. Basically, my parents figured we were only using the shower to get clean. Win win!
                                "Oh wow, I can't believe how stupid I used to be and you still are."

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