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Muddy always makes sense
This pretty much sums up my situation. Sometimes when I see him I wish we could have a big shouting match where we each give voice to the million criticisms we've bottled up over the past 15 years, but it never happens. On the few occasions I see him I just pour myself a stiff drink and speak as infrequently as possible. While the shouting match would be cathartic, it would accomplish nothing but quantifying the reasons we don't like each other very much. In this case, I guess vagueness is preferable.He is a good guy. I don't know what's in his head. I don't think he's ashamed. Quietly disappointed, probably.
Muddy do you envy friends who have a buddy-buddy relationship with their dads? I kinda do. Feel like I missed out.
Yeah Bread, my family's known for a few years now, although I didn't do a very good job of coming out since I told them I was bisexual and dated women until 2006. Now I'm having to try to explain how that was just a camouflage mechanism for me since I felt vulnerable and how as I've matured I've found I really don't have an intrinsic attraction to females. They say they understand but I can tell they still wonder if it's a "phase," and my Dad takes it a step further by thinking I chose to become "full-on gay" just to spite him. Yes, I do come by my narcissism genetically.
As far as how it goes over, I can't really say that it does. If I make a "gay" remark in their presence, they double-take or scowl at me. If I try to bring a boyfriend over it's like watching people try to look comfortable while watching someone eat a turd off the coffee table. Mostly, I just keep to myself, give nice gifts on the holidays and hope to be left alone. If I have to watch my grandparents literally weep over my sexuality at another family function, I seriously think I might become a serial killer.
I'm trying to think if I know anyone like that. No one is coming to mind.
Of course I see stuff like that in movies/TV quite often. There was a time in my life that kind of thing would make me feel depressed by comparison. It doesn't bother me any more. I've been going to meetings and talking about acceptance for so long, it has actually sunk in.
I understand my dad and why he isn't a touchy-feely type. I've got what I've got and it's not so bad.
Likewise, Bread. I sometimes find you hard to understand, but easy to respect, and impossible to ignore. My posting is enriched by knowing that you're sometimes in the audience.I like you Scholar. Always have... *Elvis look away*...always will.
Likewise, Bread. I sometimes find you hard to understand, but easy to respect, and impossible to ignore. My posting is enriched by knowing that you're sometimes in the audience.
Likewise, Bread. I sometimes find you hard to understand, but easy to respect, and impossible to ignore. My posting is enriched by knowing that you're sometimes in the audience.
I know he doesn't always agree with my lifestyle and the choices I make but Dad's never are completely happy.
Is it the gambling? Crack? Hookers? Nutella?
What could be the problem?