How to tell my parents I'm dating at 23?
in Psychology ·
Honestly, I just don't get this society or people in general sometimes. It’s baffling.
Is it because everyone is too incapable of actually living on their own? Or maybe their parents are just incredibly clingy and won't let them grow up and find themselves? Or is it some deep-seated fear of being judged by them... whatever it is.
I’ll never forget this one phone call from my late old man. He called my cell—I had just turned 23, by the way.
Him: "Charles Grant3, when are you finally moving back home? You're never around at night, you aren't eating anything I cook, and I barely see you during the day unless you're over at the shop."
Me: "Dad... did you seriously not realize I moved out two weeks ago?"
Him: "Well, how was I supposed to know? You didn't tell me, and all your stuff is still here."
Me: "Dad, me and my girlfriend bought an apartment. Why do you think I'm not at the shop early in the morning or late at night? Why do you think I cleared out every single brush, roller, and putty knife from the shop and asked where you hid the glitter? I'm setting up my place so I actually have somewhere to live. My stuff is still there because the apartment is empty and I'm doing all the heavy lifting. Right now, I've got a TV, two chairs, a sleeper sofa that my girl sleeps on, and a makeshift side table I built out of two Home Depot buckets and some Styrofoam. I moved out, man..."
Look, I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I really don't get how someone who is 23 can have such a hard time just saying, "I have a boyfriend." Then again, I've met plenty of women in their early 20s whose parents still dictate what time they're allowed to be out past dark, so I guess it's a thing.
I even have this one buddy who's 34, runs his own small business, and yet he's still basically under his parents' thumb.
Is it because everyone is too incapable of actually living on their own? Or maybe their parents are just incredibly clingy and won't let them grow up and find themselves? Or is it some deep-seated fear of being judged by them... whatever it is.
I’ll never forget this one phone call from my late old man. He called my cell—I had just turned 23, by the way.
Him: "Charles Grant3, when are you finally moving back home? You're never around at night, you aren't eating anything I cook, and I barely see you during the day unless you're over at the shop."
Me: "Dad... did you seriously not realize I moved out two weeks ago?"
Him: "Well, how was I supposed to know? You didn't tell me, and all your stuff is still here."
Me: "Dad, me and my girlfriend bought an apartment. Why do you think I'm not at the shop early in the morning or late at night? Why do you think I cleared out every single brush, roller, and putty knife from the shop and asked where you hid the glitter? I'm setting up my place so I actually have somewhere to live. My stuff is still there because the apartment is empty and I'm doing all the heavy lifting. Right now, I've got a TV, two chairs, a sleeper sofa that my girl sleeps on, and a makeshift side table I built out of two Home Depot buckets and some Styrofoam. I moved out, man..."
Look, I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I really don't get how someone who is 23 can have such a hard time just saying, "I have a boyfriend." Then again, I've met plenty of women in their early 20s whose parents still dictate what time they're allowed to be out past dark, so I guess it's a thing.
I even have this one buddy who's 34, runs his own small business, and yet he's still basically under his parents' thumb.