This is a repost from another forum. It's heavy shit, so don't read it if you don't give a damn.
So I've been dating my girlfriend since April, right. I've continually been willing to devote time and money to maintain a relationship with her. That ought to say that I have nothing but respect and affection for her, right?
Apparently her asstard parents don't think so.
Last weekend was my girlfriend's sister's wedding. Coincidentally, BOA Grand Nationals was the same weekend. I would have gone to watch my old high school band perform, because I still have some friends there, but I elected to go to the wedding instead, to please her family. We stayed in what was just about the most run-down inn I've ever seen in my fucking life; add that to the fact that I'm decisively not-Catholic, while everyone else there was amazingly, unrelentingly so, and you've already got a recipe for disaster. But for some reason, that particular disaster didn't happen.
Sunday morning, about 8 AM. We were sitting in this little cafe attached to the hotel, and my girlfriend came in with her other sister's kid. I start making conversation with my girlfriend, and I get to lovingly teasing her, like I do in almost every conversation we've ever had, all the while making the biggest googly-eyes at her, the kind of googly-eyes that broadcast that I love her to everyone within about 100 light-years, and she smiled back beautifully. Only problem is, this fucking tard (I'm pretty sure it was her uncle, who I already couldn't stand) takes it seriously. And later, all of a sudden her mom comes up to me screaming and yelling and ordering me to apologize for what even a complete retard should have been able to see was meant in jest. So I do, in order to avoid the violence that would have ensued had she kept pushing me. Most of the car trip back home is spent in silence to ensure that I don't get thrown out of the car, not because I couldn't get back home on my own, but because they've got all my shit in the other car. When I finally get home and try to thank them for having me along on the trip, they bite my head off. I've dealt with people doing that before, so it's no skin off my back. But the really great part is this; they know that it was meant in jest. Just about every group of good friends trades jibes with each other in good fun, often saying things that they know for a fact are blatantly untrue. Anyone who's been on this particular forum for longer than about a week should know that. And not only do good friends do such things, they often carry over into boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. And yet they all but said they're never going to let me see her again. As I turn to leave, my girlfriend gives me one of the long, lingering hugs that we tend to do, and lets me kiss her. I then plug my iPod into the car speakers and turn on Advent: One-Winged Angel. Anything with Sephiroth in it is surprisingly good for moping. All of the emo of Linkin Park without any of the whine; just pure, wholesome destroy-the-world goodness. Really, when I encounter idiocy so crippling, I get depressed even if I'm not being actively severed from something awesome.
Now, this might not be so offensive to me if a few other conditions hadn't also been in place. The first and most important condition is that I can't get enough of her. This goes without saying. The second condition is that her family, predominantly consisting of her sister and parents, regularly exercises a degree of control over her that hasn't been seen since the Inquisition. Her sister is even naive enough to think that at almost 23 years old and as cute as she is, she hasn't had sex. I can personally attest to that notion being completely false. I can also say that I wasn't her first. And I'm cool with that. But neither I nor any of my circle of friends that knows her sees any evidence to indicate that she's been allowed to make so much as a single decision for herself around her family. And as someone who prizes personal liberty, that seriously pisses me off. Third is the willful stupidity with which they've treated this whole thing, like they're simply looking for something to call me on. I'm sorry, but I categorically don't deserve that kind of treatment, and neither does anyone else she likes enough to date. I don't care that they're her parents. I don't care if they're God's own personal anti-son-of-a-bitch brigade. I have devoted an immense amount of effort to being there for her, sometimes at the expense of my schooling, and I deserve some fucking respect for that.
Let me ask this as well, regarding parents' supposed prerogatives to judge the suitability of mates for their children: how fucking deficient do you have to be to deliberately ignore the difference between a tease born of both love and humor and an actual judgment of character? If someone's that stupid, they don't deserve to breathe, much less raise a child. If someone's that stupid, I'm surprised they've ever held a steady job, though judging by the quality (or lack thereof) of the "hotel" we stayed in, I wonder. And finally, if someone's that stupid, they shouldn't be allowed to make any choices at all for anyone else, much less tell their children who's an acceptable candidate for dating. I'm not saying I'm a suitable mate at this point, or even that it would work out with her in the long run. In fact, I'd have to date someone for a minimum of two years before I'd even consider tying the knot, and even if I decided "yes", I'd have to be out of school, or at least very, very close to it, before I'd marry anyone. But you don't have to be the One (TM) to know when someone is a fucking asshole.
As I left, they actually had the fucking nerve to point-blank tell me that who she saw was their choice. I was seeing red at that moment; the only thing stopping me from dropping the both of them right there was my respect for my girlfriend. You do not get to tell a legal adult who they can and can't see. I don't care if they live under your roof or not. Hell, I'm going to be living under my parents' roof until I transfer next year, and guess what? If I wanted to go out and bone a fucking crack addict, there's jack shit they could do to stop me, because it very simply isn't any of their damn business. Sure, they have the right to not approve of me personally. I mean, hell, even ignoring the fact that I don't believe in God (and if the Christian one was proven to exist, I'd be trying to kill him) I'm already almost the antithesis of a good Christian boy. I like porn, I listen to Rage Against the Machine, I play video games until my fingers go numb, and I know the difference between kinetic and potential energy, all traits that this type of parent would hold against you. Daniel could tell you that I was like that even when I was Christian, which really wasn't that long ago. But in the end, if they don't like me, that's fine. For them. When they think they've got the right to infringe on the personal liberty of others, even their own children, then we start to have problems. I'd expect that kind of venomous drivel out of a two-year-old trying to protect his binkie. That or a politician.
In the long run, not being allowed to see her probably won't seriously hurt me. It'll ache like a bitch for a while, but I'll get over it. There are plenty of reasons why it might not have worked as a truly long-term relationship anyway. What actually does get to me, though, is the continued fascist treatment she's going to receive at their hands. Problem is, for whatever reason, she still loves her family, who in my mind aren't people worth associating with. Anything I did to them that I actually want to do to them would make her hate me, at which point I lose by default. She's got school at about the same time I do tomorrow, so I'll probably get to see her, and it's probably going to consist almost entirely of Romeo & Juliet Bullshit (TM), except with less suicide. I'll be toting dual Winchester pocket knives, a tremendous advantage in public support, and my own brand of righteous indignation if they send anyone in an attempt to execute Redneck Justice (TM), because I honestly believe that they're unhinged enough to try something, but I'm not in the habit of making the first move. I've always believed that violence is a solution of last resort, and I'm not going to change that now. But I've also been willing to throw down when the situation warrants it.
In the short run, there's a huge blank space where my soul used to be, like someone stripped out not just the joy, but every emotion from me. The only thing I've actually felt today was anger, and that was while typing this post, the overarching message of which is fuck stupid faggots who try to lord themselves over others but have about the same mental capacity as my dick. Which is actually most people.
God, I fucking hate people.
