telling parents things

[xenologer]

Sometimes I want to tell Mitch that Brian and I are poly. The only problem is that I know that he would tell my mother, and my mother would pretend to be fine with it… until she had too much to drink. Then all of a sudden she would have all kinds of things to say about the way that I live my life and she would invent whatever she needed to so that it would fit her idea of what kind of person I am. I think the most insulting part of all would be her assuming that I’m as much of a failure as a human being as she has always been. I don’t want to hear theories about how weak and stupid I am. I don’t want to hear her compliments that she only gives when she wants to follow it up with a slap to the face.

So unfortunately as a result Mitch does not get to know. I cannot trust his wife.

Comments

[stardreamer]

From sometime in my mid-20s until my parents were both dead, my mantra was, "What THEY don't know can't hurt ME." It was so much easier not to have to argue with them over every little detail, because no matter what I was doing it was the wrong thing or I was doing it the wrong way. Fuck that shit, said I -- I didn't need their permission, and I didn't care about having their blessing.

[silveradept]

That's awful. It's such a pain to have to manage people because of who they are proximal to.

[belenen.livejournal.com]

That sounds disappointing and uncomfortable. I hate when trustworthy people are attached to untrustworthy ones for this reason :-[