YOUR PARENTS WOULD HAVE HAD TO COSIGN ANY LOANS YOU TOOK OUT FOR OOS. And yeah, in one of your earlier posts you whined that you didn't get a car until senior year of HS. Boo hoo. Sorry for the caps, but in your case it's so necessary. You keep ignoring, again and again, this very basic fact. |
Yes. I wanted to have a job and save money for a car like normal kids. Instead the car was used as a means to control me. |
You keep avoiding the big question about your parents having to pay for/take out a loan for OOS. |
I’m aware, but I’ve been using it in narcissistic context lately due to an epidemic of narcissism. |
+1 Got to love racist hypocrites. |
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Except you apparently did nothing about finding your own job. You complained that your mother had to find you a job. Not that waiting tables or whatever would have been enough to pay for a car--your parents would still have had to subsidize your car or co-sign your car loan. |
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OP sounds like a borderline college student who is about to be cut off by her parents. The parents no doubt have decided to stop negotiating with terrorists.
College age and 20 something people have ALWAYS had the ability to cut ties with their parents. Do it or don't, we don't care. Good luck paying the bills on your own! |
This. Cutting off her parents might be a good learning experience. |
SAME |
I have to say, this makes sense to me. Normal people with normal parents overestimate the abilities of 17yos raised by mentally ill people in the 80s/90s. If your every outing is controlled, if your ideas are subject to extreme ridicule, if your mom picks your job without your input you are not free, you are not whole. I grew up like this, and I was actually a very intelligent and talented child. I went to college where they said I would go. I had some other ideas, but I could never have made that happen for lots of reasons, including the mental health toll of crossing them. It took, I am serious here, 20 more years AFTER college for me to understand what happened to me in my childhood, and to have the confidence to protect myself. The thing about being abused is that it literally disables you from protecting yourself and your interests. You've been conditioned to NOT do that. |
But nothing OP has said indicates that her every outing was controlled, that op was subject to extreme ridicule, that op's parents chose her college for her (apart from saying it had to be one of the instate options, and that was for financial reasons), that op had lined up another job but mom said no, or any of that. OP's story is sad, but not for the reasons you think. I'm sorry for your history, but it's not comparable to a kid who's angry her parents bought her a car in senior instead of junior year of high school. |
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OP is immature, whiny and entitled brat. She thought that she will get some support here but DCUM crowd is pretty savvy.
DCUM called her on her BS. lol |
I was told I’d be punished with my parents taking away my car if I didn’t work the job they chose for me. I remember my mom driving me by force to the job and dropping me out front and threatening me. I wasn’t allowed to ride in cars with any teenagers. It was my parents or me. Or maybe one of my parents friends. I didn’t live walking distance to any jobs. I don’t think you understand parents who control every element of your life. If you grew up normally I can see how you might think “girl, find your own job!” Except it doesn’t work that way with parents like mine. If I’d gone rogue, found my own job, and somehow found a way to get there on a regular basis, they would have crucified me. The job wools have been called to say I can’t work there and my parents favorite threat - was that I couldn’t go to college at all. I could see the light being 17 and almost out of the house. So I worked the job they demanded but of course resented I couldn’t find and chose my own job. |
How is someone entitled and a brat because they wanted to find their own job and save money to buy their own car? Not to mention the many other area of my life they controlled for me. |