I from time to time think that it is impossible to have a conversation with my parents considering a selection of topics; such as future plans, mental and physical health, different ways of thinking/perceiving the world, etc. This as my father either shoots down the idea, mocks you, or during the time of conversation becomes an incredible hypocrite. My mother, on the other hand, will either act the victim and/or side with my father as he has brainwashed her into believing that his opinion is their opinion, period.
Despite knowing this fact very well, I almost always seem to end up in one of these conversations every time I see them. Sometimes I try to get out of it but are forced to stay (unless I literally run away), or do not realize I’m in one until it is too late. Other times, I get very angry and passionate trying to explain my side, but forgetting that my opinion is equal to the status of rotting rubbish and therefore is simply wasting my breath.
Example scenario, I arrived only yesterday at my parents’ house for the Christmas holidays, and this evening after the dinner the following conversation happened after my brother left the table. Summary:
Dad: “What are your plans after uni now again? What is your dream goal?”
Me: “Well, right now I want to work as a museum intendent after I graduate next year, and my dream job is to become a writer and to solely be able to support myself on my royalties. However, even if I would succeed with that, I would still want to have another job as well.”
Dad: *changes tone to snarky* “Only about 30-40 people is able to do that in Sweden. Supporting yourself like that would be impossible. You will simply need to have another job.”
Mom mumbling agreeing comments.
Me: “Well isn’t it your job as my parent to be supportive of my dreams? I even said I want to have another job as well if I make it, and you did ask me for the dream goal.”
Dad: “How am I not supportive?”
Me: “You just said only 30-40 writers can support themselves and implied I will not be added to that number.”
Dad: *act over-dramatically surprised* “I have never said anything like that.”
Mom: “No, never.”
Me: “Well it sure haven’t sounded like that over the years.”
Dad: “What!? I have never been anything but supportive!”
Me: *short pause* “I have literal writing of you saying my dream is foolish.”
Here he looked once more over-dramatic and also dumbfounded as my mother began acting the victim and defending him. Therefore, I decided to leave, not being able to handle more mocking and hypocrisy for the night. The worst part for me, right now, is that conversations like these makes me want to go home to my apartment, which is in a town 4 hours away by train. I feel so defeated when this happen, I just spent quite some time and money to come here and they cannot even keep their shit for themselves. Now I am suppose to be here for a little over 2 weeks, and it is Christmas. I guess the Christmas spirit does not affect hypocrites.