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That is a good question. Once I read on FB: “when my child turned 18, I gave him a sock and said Doby is free now”. It had me laughing, but that almost how it was when I turned 18, I did not get a sock, I ran, I no longer wanted to live under the same roof with my parents. Few days ago my ex called me and said “our son’s car broke down, we need to help him” to what my only reply was “stop solving his problems, he needs to learn how to deal with them himself”. Father’s first instinct was to fix baby’s problems. Totally understandable, with an exception of one minor detail. Baby is 20 years old, and he needs to learn how to take care of his own problems. He agreed with me, and that was closed. Yesterday I get a call from my dad, and he is asking me to stop by his house, because he has something he wants to talk to me about. Ok, not a problem, on my way home from work I totally forget to go see my parents and come straight home. After a reminder phone call, I get back in my ...

I was talking to my parents yesterday, my mother asked me where my son was. That was one of the instances where I knew where he was, so I replied he is at Best Buy. Next question came little unexpected, what is he getting? I have no idea. He no longer needs to ask my permission to go somewhere, or buy things.  That made me think that my parents never started seeing me as a grown up, they still consider me a child, who does not know any better. That realization actually was really upsetting. They never asked for my opinion for anything, and that hurt.   Also Vik and I was playing a game Heroes Might & Magic, well, we just started, I don’t usually play games, and that particular game is very pretty, but very confusing for me, so I was just asking him many questions and watching him play. So I when my dad called me on Skype I told him what we were doing. They started calling us children once again. But if you think about it, how is playing a strategy gam...

I had a very intense conversation with my parents last night. It all started after dinner, for a last few month an episode from my childhood came up in my memory lane, and it was disturbing me emotionally. When I was like 8 or 9 I forgot to take my keys. What child at that age can remember everything? So I told my mom about it, and I told her that I was going to stay with my friend, who lived in the same apartment building on the first floor. Everything was going great, until I heard a knock on the door, and I was greeted with a very angry father. I knew I was in trouble once I saw his face, he was pissed, he yelled at me that he wanted to stay late at work, and now he had to rush home to save a “damsel in distress”. To me – I was totally fine, I could have waited another 2 hours, what do I care… but no, I guess he had to make a point of picking me up and putting it in my face. So we go upstairs, we lived on the 4th floor, and he is fuming, and telling me that a beating is in order. ...