Ambitious Parents

The Story

Hello! I soon turned 21 years old. I have a strong character, but I already feel more. My conscious life so far has passed without the presence of my mother and with my father's constant business trips (they divorced years ago). My childhood was carefree, yes, but I met people's badness from the first years of school. Because I am a little darker than the others, I was called by all sorts of nicknames, implying that I am of Roma origin. Anyway, over time, I suffered and even made fun of myself, which surprisingly ended the attacks against me, but only for a short time. My father's upbringing was mostly slapped, no matter how big the trouble. Of course, he read me a horse more than once or twice. He gave me a lot of good life advice, but he always demanded too much from me. It got even worse when I entered high school. My father went to work and to work abroad. Since then, several lines have been hammered into my head, such as - "Stop poking your nose and start thinking about others, not just yourself!"; "Grit your teeth, things are not rosy at all!"; "I forbid you! I didn't know what a disco was at your age!"; "While you are under my roof, you will obey my laws and rules, you will do what I tell you!" - I did not have enough problems at school, but I was underestimated, crushed and complexed by my father. He didn't know me, he didn't know how things were in Bulgaria, but he knew his own and didn't give me a chance for anything. What saved me was explaining all these baseless attacks in order to protect and defend me.

Over time, I made friends in high school and people started to respect me, but to this day I have not had an intimate girlfriend. I didn't dare afford it. Ah, my father didn't see that, as if he were blind or didn't want to raise my stock, praising me for something. I'm not curled up in my shell, nor am I from a big mouth or a rusk or a jam. Even my student life is just to satisfy my family's desire to finish my major. I wasn't very happy when the results came out that I was a student, because that's not exactly what I wanted for myself. I was ready and prepared to enter the realm of art, that which would feed my soul. I can't say that I wasn't supported by my family for the talent I have, but they supported the idea of ​​making it a hobby for me, not a profession. I was losing my dreams. I didn't dare to dream, because I was sure that everything would be scalded in an instant. At one point, I realized I had grown up too early. In no time I had become an adult, and behind me I had abandoned in the most cruel way my desire for life and entertainment suitable for a man my age. I was underestimated again this year. I wanted to go on a brigade to America. I knew my ability to work. I didn't expect that if I went there, everything would be honey and butter. I didn't even want my family to pay for my brigade. I was ready to try to finance it myself. Sharing with my father, I was not even heard. Accusations of selfishness, arrogance and impudence came directly against me. I was well reminded that the one who pays according to my needs determines what should happen and what should not, and that my job is to study, study and study again. It was the drop that spilled over the glass. I vowed that I would not live a life by my father's rules, but by my own.

I gritted my teeth enough. My dream did not come true for purely financial reasons, but that does not stop me. Fortunately, I have my knowledge and work skills, with which I can save enough money to finance my team for next year. I don't want you to accept that I'm describing myself as a victim, I'm just writing all this in order for a parent to see this story and think about the generation gap and whether it burdens their children too much, because from personal experience I can say that it is much better for a growing person to grow up in peace and carefree, to live his youth. Some parents, in their quest to be the best,

Last Updated
August 17, 2020
Author:
lyst

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