Sometimes, you just have to face the fact that your loved one is an asshole.

[Flyndaran]

I used to think once I got out of my parents house, I'd never even want to see them again. It was that bad.

Once I moved out, things changed. They are now amazing friends to me and I don't know what I'd do without them

Living with people is hard. It's a different dynamic. Plus, I think most people gain wisdom and mellow out as they age.

Once you prove yourself as an adult, some parents start respecting you as such and stop seeing you as a dependant child.

That's why my mother pays for my half of an apartment's rent rather than taking the cheaper way out by letting me live with her.
And we like eachother!
(Remember my anxiety precludes me from working no matter how hard I try and want to.)

[Gravekeeper]

Oi, this sounds like my dad's side of the family. All Irish Roman Catholic, which is to be bluntly honest the Triforce of asshole. >.>

Huge family, very clannish. My parents are divorced and have been since I was 3 or so and we live on the opposite side of the continent from them where it's safe. ;p

My dad was a drunken asshole. Now he's just a regular asshole and he married a bitter, French woman whose also an asshole. A few of my uncles are assholes and I imagine many of my cousins have turned out to be assholes. I have one uncle who, as the saying goes amongst the family, an hour alone with him will ruin your life.

The only ones that aren't assholes or on some quest to repopulate the Earth with their uterus alone ( I think I'm at 30+ cousins on that side on the family, but only 3 on my mom's side ) are the ones that fled their parents and the province entirely.

Its practically a requirement in that family that you have at least 1 divorce and 2 kids by the time you're 25.

[smileyeagle1021]

this thread reminds me a lot of the relationship between my mother and I right now. She honestly believes that a gay man can be truly accepted into a christian church and that there is not bigotry and hatred within the christian churches against homosexuals. She doesn't believe me when I tell her about the bigotry and hatred I've experienced first hand. And everytime I tell her that I simply CAN'T bring myself to put myself through the self afflicted abuse of joining a church again she loses it, that I just need to have more faith, blah blah blah... and she pulls guilt trips, and every other trick in the book to try to get me to try one more church that might not be as bigoted as the last. Hell, even the Methodist church (which publically proclaims to be an open and accepting church) has told me on the sidelines that my 'lifestyle' is incompatible with church teachings... and she thinks I can go back...

[Lachrymose]

Never mind that I refuse to sit on my ass

Then what do you sit on?

My mother's brother is a grade-A asshole. She has pretty much just come to terms with the fact that you don't have to talk to relatives. She still kind of refuses to believe that you don't have to LOVE relatives, but she's getting there (even though she's 63. ).