>>3819025I'm 29 and I still live with my parents. Well, technically I live with my mother, my father died a few years back.
When I was growing up, I basically never saw my parents. They were asleep when I went to school and they were still at work when I got home. I was a latchkey kid. I never remember my parents cooking a single meal for me, checking a single piece of homework for me, helping me with any kind of assignment, taking me anywhere or doing anything with me, nothing. I basically only saw them three times a year: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years, and even then, I barely spoke to them because they were with their friends and our relatives and us kids just fucked off and ate and opened our presents or popped fireworks or what have you.
They never taught me anything about anything, everything I know, I learned on my own. They never showed any interest in me or my existence. I graduated, went to college, found a job, all on my own. I remember when I started kindergarten, my father had trouble filling out the paperwork because he couldn't remember my social security number, my middle name, or my birthday. When I was in second grade, I started vomiting and my mother had to come pick me up. She had a lot of trouble with that because she didn't know where my school was or what grade I was in.
I had my first girlfriend when I was 19 and she came over to my house for the first time. I didn't introduce her to my parents. After she left, my parents were both fucking steaming, demanding to know why I didn't introduce her and said "You have very nice parents, you know. It wouldn't kill you to let us meet your girlfriend."
That was when I realized my parents weren't bad people, they were just fucking crazy and didn't know how to express interest or affection on any level.
