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Wow.. this is getting long, pardon, I needed to vent badly.
I grew up in a huge italian family. Every holiday had at least 30 people crammed into my grandma's house for a very long time. Now grandma lives with my parents, and I with them. Were a very connected family, we all tend to know whats basically going on with one another.
About two years back, I meet my boyfriend through a mutual friend. Hes the sweetest thing ever, and we've been going out for about, well, two years now. We live about four hours apart from one another but frequent visits and meeting-in-the-middles, along with an MMO we're addicted to makes everything just peachy. I live in a more... populated/city area, while hes out in farmville with cows for neighbors. We both live with our parents (I'm 21 now and hes 23, oh so poor are we. ._.)
At first, he would only come down to see me. I was out of work (and depressed) so I loved every minute of it. With some temporary work coming my way, and an upcoming RP I was invited to by above mutual friend, boyfriend said I should come stay at his place. I told him I was kind of nervous meeting his parents (we'd been together about 6-7 months now). He said I probably won't even see them...and he was right. I heard footsteps around the house but nobody ever came to say hello. I shrugged it off, oh well. When I'm about to fall asleep, he gets up and sleeps on the couch. In the morning he tells me his parents told him to. Ok, whatever, I was just sad at the lack of snuggly for sleeping.
Down the line, around the year mark, I had spring break and asked if he'd like to do anything. He offered a week at his place, though, his parents would be home. I reeled in my wardrobe for the week trip to make a good impression and was finally introduced to his parents. I smiled and went through the nice to meet you's and how are you's to get silence in return. Later that week, he gets an emergency call from work and has to leave me at his place for a few hours. I'm fine with it and crack down for some studying when his father comes into his room, no knocking or anything. He browses though my boyfriends closet for a while before noticing I was there. He asks two questions about what I'm doing, and vanishes. Bf comes home and offers to make us some food to eat for dinner. While in the kitchen, his mother asks him if hes making food for me, then wonders away.
The rest of the week, I get.. "glares" from the two of them, and one sibling dubs me "that creepy chick". I'd been nothing but sweet and nice to everyone, trying to make conversations or just be pleasant. I went home kind of confused. My boyfriend tells me "they are just like that." ._. kaayyy.
Since then, I've gotten nothing but rude remarks and bad attitudes from the whole family. Whenever I am over, nobody says hello or even offers me lunch/dinner if I'm alone because my boyfriend gets an emergency call or has to work. I feel really bad just browsing through their kitchen and even when I go to find someone to see if I can grab something to eat they are strangely absent. Once, his father was nagging my boyfriend about not going to church with me in the room. He stares at me and asks "Does she go to church?" to which I answer myself. (No)
My boyfriend isn't without his flaws but his parent's don't help his situation. His father will constantly call him stupid or a failure. He holds a part-time job as he looks for a better one and his parents demand his entire paycheck for rent. If he goes on a trip with me, his parents want to know "why he had to go hang out with her". If I'm around, it doesn't stop his fathers abusive comments, and he makes it like I'm the badguy. "Your so stupid, why can't you be like her!"
Its gotten to the point where, if I visit anymore, I won't leave his room unless he is home or the family is out to get a drink or visit the bathroom. I've asked my boyfriend hundreds of times if I did something wrong and finally I got to the point where I told him. Someone had asked us, if we were to get married what kind of wedding we'd have. After we answered, I looked to him and told him outright.. "If we get married, I'm not inviting your family."
In short, I hate your family and I hate the way they treat me... and I'm not ashamed to say it!
I grew up in a huge italian family. Every holiday had at least 30 people crammed into my grandma's house for a very long time. Now grandma lives with my parents, and I with them. Were a very connected family, we all tend to know whats basically going on with one another.
About two years back, I meet my boyfriend through a mutual friend. Hes the sweetest thing ever, and we've been going out for about, well, two years now. We live about four hours apart from one another but frequent visits and meeting-in-the-middles, along with an MMO we're addicted to makes everything just peachy. I live in a more... populated/city area, while hes out in farmville with cows for neighbors. We both live with our parents (I'm 21 now and hes 23, oh so poor are we. ._.)
At first, he would only come down to see me. I was out of work (and depressed) so I loved every minute of it. With some temporary work coming my way, and an upcoming RP I was invited to by above mutual friend, boyfriend said I should come stay at his place. I told him I was kind of nervous meeting his parents (we'd been together about 6-7 months now). He said I probably won't even see them...and he was right. I heard footsteps around the house but nobody ever came to say hello. I shrugged it off, oh well. When I'm about to fall asleep, he gets up and sleeps on the couch. In the morning he tells me his parents told him to. Ok, whatever, I was just sad at the lack of snuggly for sleeping.
Down the line, around the year mark, I had spring break and asked if he'd like to do anything. He offered a week at his place, though, his parents would be home. I reeled in my wardrobe for the week trip to make a good impression and was finally introduced to his parents. I smiled and went through the nice to meet you's and how are you's to get silence in return. Later that week, he gets an emergency call from work and has to leave me at his place for a few hours. I'm fine with it and crack down for some studying when his father comes into his room, no knocking or anything. He browses though my boyfriends closet for a while before noticing I was there. He asks two questions about what I'm doing, and vanishes. Bf comes home and offers to make us some food to eat for dinner. While in the kitchen, his mother asks him if hes making food for me, then wonders away.
The rest of the week, I get.. "glares" from the two of them, and one sibling dubs me "that creepy chick". I'd been nothing but sweet and nice to everyone, trying to make conversations or just be pleasant. I went home kind of confused. My boyfriend tells me "they are just like that." ._. kaayyy.
Since then, I've gotten nothing but rude remarks and bad attitudes from the whole family. Whenever I am over, nobody says hello or even offers me lunch/dinner if I'm alone because my boyfriend gets an emergency call or has to work. I feel really bad just browsing through their kitchen and even when I go to find someone to see if I can grab something to eat they are strangely absent. Once, his father was nagging my boyfriend about not going to church with me in the room. He stares at me and asks "Does she go to church?" to which I answer myself. (No)
My boyfriend isn't without his flaws but his parent's don't help his situation. His father will constantly call him stupid or a failure. He holds a part-time job as he looks for a better one and his parents demand his entire paycheck for rent. If he goes on a trip with me, his parents want to know "why he had to go hang out with her". If I'm around, it doesn't stop his fathers abusive comments, and he makes it like I'm the badguy. "Your so stupid, why can't you be like her!"
Its gotten to the point where, if I visit anymore, I won't leave his room unless he is home or the family is out to get a drink or visit the bathroom. I've asked my boyfriend hundreds of times if I did something wrong and finally I got to the point where I told him. Someone had asked us, if we were to get married what kind of wedding we'd have. After we answered, I looked to him and told him outright.. "If we get married, I'm not inviting your family."
In short, I hate your family and I hate the way they treat me... and I'm not ashamed to say it!
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