Arg. Money is frustrating. Brandon and I talk about it a lot. And excuse the incredibly long rant below.
This has been bugging me since I moved out of my parents house. I hate to delve into personal things on here(mainly as I think no one wants to hear it), but I resent my parents a lot because I was never able to be a 'kid' due to their
drinking. I grew up way to fast, especially in an abusive environment with my parents fighting a lot and me trying to solve the problems. Once my sister hit 16-17, I was on my own because she moved out, so I was 6-7 and in situations I shouldn't have been in, and it was really only until 2 years ago my parents really realized how much that life has messed me up today. While they've slowed down, it's no where near stopped, and when it comes to family get together's, I avoid them like the plague because alcohol comes out and fights happen. I also do not drink often because of this, maybe 2-3 drinks per year.
The wedding I went to in May, for my aunt and uncle is the reason why. Brandon and I got our own room at a hotel, left around 8:30(right after the first dance, and the bouquet being thrown(Which I caught!), we watched a movie together in the hotel room and that was our night. When we left to come back home, my sister wanted to dunk us in Surrey with all of our luggage and for us to transit home since she didn't want to sit in traffic(the transit ride from Surrey to N.Van is over an hour long).
While I wasn't happy, I wanted to avoid confrontation and asked 'Okay well just let me know what the plan is before we leave so I can plan around it.'...Which turned into a total -bleep- fest and everyone jumping down my throat for asking this, me having a panic and anxiety attack, and retreating to the car. I didn't say goodbye to anyone, only my mother and aunt that came to say goodbye to me, and I didn't speak to them at all, just nodded in silence, accepted their goodbyes, and the next 8 hours down to Vancouver was spent not talking to anyone. While it ended up us getting a ride all the way home, it was way to much stress over one small question, which I think I had the right to ask. Keep in mind, this was also how much of my teenage years panning out, my sister wanting something(or simply not liking something I did), my parents taking her side(even if they didn't agree with her, they wanted to avoid confrontation), and me left out in the cold because I'm naturally passive and don't stand up for myself and would just accept whatever was thrown at me while lying on my back.
Whew okay. That was a bit deep. UHH.
I will also note I am incredibly lucky to have Brandon, who is so understanding about this and only really drinks if I give the okay about it. He understands my anxiety and how hard it is for me to come to terms with casual
drinking, or having a beer once and a while won't do harm. He is also the reason why I refuse to spend time with my family without him now, because he will stand up for me and keep them off my back(though it's hard, 3-4 vs 2.).
Back to the original point.
My parents spent a LOT of money on alcohol(and in many cases, still do). And I wish they had put that money instead in a savings account for us kids. They would go out and buy a 12-24 pack of beer seemingly every night just for the two of them...And that's a lot of money. Match that with their smoking, if they had put that money into a savings account for us kids, or hell even for themselves to retire, a lot of strife between me and my parents wouldn't exist today, and I feel like I would, in a lot of ways, be a totally different young woman.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I do. But this has always, and I think it will always, bug me. I could have used that money for school, I wouldn't be in debt with Student Loans right now, I could be doing so much more with my life right now if I had access to that, and I would be a much stronger person if my parents had stood up for me more often.
I know I shouldn't focus on the past, but it keeps me on the path of what I will and will not do for my own children. I want them to have a better life then I did, and better future then I did(and in many ways, do). I make the best out of what I have, and where I am is incredible since I could be in a totally different position if I hadn't left Williams Lake(I wasn't planning on it, truly. But I went for school anyways, despite it being a bunk).
Sorry for the rant. I just really needed to get it out...