[FnG]magnolia;28205037 said:
Did this happen to you? I'm genuinely curious as it's so specific.
LOL! More or less. As the child of immigrant parents from two different Mediterranean cultures brought up in the UK, there's always been a massive cultural gap between their expectations and mine. Being into technology and computers at a time when the pace of change has never been faster, it seems I'm part of the first generation that learned to adjust to a fast pace of change - something my parents really never managed to be comfortable with. Working in IT doesn't help as that is really black magic to people of that generation, and it's something they just don't understand. They certainly didn't understand computer games, though drinking in cafes with his mates and betting on horses seemed more acceptable to my Dad.
And like the OP, it didn't matter what you did, it was never good enough. If you were in all the time, they wanted you to go out and do something constructive, and if you were out all the time, they complained that they never saw you and you were obviously up to something bad.
Unfortunately, my parents always seemed to see things through a negative light - the glass is always half empty. It's unsurprising when you understood where they came from and what they went through, but it still meant they always tried to guilt and boss their kid into living life the way they did, as their parents did to them.
It's an unfortunate fact that family are the people close to you, and are the people that can hurt and wound you the most, and in the end just being family isn't a pass or guarantee you will even like (let alone understand) each other. So the sane person realises that you can't live your life trying to please parents that can never be pleased, so you live your own life in the way you want, and that's all you can do.
So although my parents love me in their own way, they don't approve of my choices, understand my life or even know me as a person that well. I guess they just have this image of me as the first son in their head, and that's enough for them. And that's why I moved out as soon as soon as I could at the age of about eighteen, and I kind of like being the (slightly) black sheep of the family. They think I'm selfish, but I'm not prepared to compromise my life to try and please people than can't be pleased, as that way lies madness and unhappiness. They can't help it, but they are pretty toxic given half a chance, so I tend to hold them at arms length because life's to short for that
****. It helped a lot that I found someone I wanted to move in with quite young and on the other side of town, so I was as much running towards a person/life I wanted as much as putting some distance between me and the parents with dramatically different life expectations for me.
I also saw what happened to cousins who had their life dictated by the parents (including arrange marriages that then crashed and burned badly), so I've consciously put myself outside of that kind of overbearing influence from a potentially stifling family from a very young age. I wanted to make my own decisions, no matter if they were wrong, they are mine to make, no one else's. I'm sure my experiences are not that different from a lot of other people's, and in that respect it's just one of those things that we are more alike than different.
As a side note, after watching "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", my wife did say that was our life, and the Dad was only half a step away from mine.