Originally Posted by Lubaolong
My dad was an ass to most everyone and a thief. Not a petty thief, but the kind that runs a big company and cheats on his taxes and also draws disability on the side. I've actually reported them a couple times, but they were not caught. Anyway, my grandparents lived within walking distance and were very nurturing, wise, and also successful and took care of my sister and me. So we spent most of childhoods with them. They bought most of the nice toys and things we enjoyed together. We never had any relationship with our parents to amount to anything.
When I went to college, on full scholarships mind you, my father wouldn't allow me to choose my major. I wanted to major in engineering, but he said it didn't pay enough. At the time, they were paying for my car insurance, so had some control over my life. I had little choice to argue. I ended up being a premed major for a semester.. something I hated. I didn't go to my classes, lost my scholarship, and my dad flipped out. He told me I wasn't his son and kicked me out.. So I went and lived with my grandparents. I retook the classes I had before at a local college, did fine, got more scholarships again, but they didn't have an engineering program (liberal arts school) and I had no idea what I could do to make good money, so after a couple years of college I ended up running away..
My sister had just gotten back from China with crates full of counterfeit Beanie Babies (that was when they first came out) and I helped her sell them at various flea markets for a 10% cut of the profit. After earning about $1000, I bought a plane ticket to Panama City, Panama and hopped on a plane with a few hundred dollars left in my pocket. After about a year or so, I realized I was just wasting my life away, so I came home. I tried to finish a degree, but my parents were still the same, controlling, jackasses.. so I ended up joining the military. That pissed them off to no end. They forbid me from going to MEPS for testing, but I just got a ride and went anyway.
While I was in the military, my dad left my mom for whatever reasons. She came home one day from a trip to NYC or somewhere and the house was completely empty. TVs, clothes, two company garages full of machines and tools, my personal belongings, photos, blankets, beds, he didn't even leave a toothpick. After months of investigation, she also discovered he had been taking money out of the business that she couldn't account for. She got screwed hundreds of thousands, if not $1+ million from the business that he would have had to split. We aren't even really sure how much he stole, but it was a lot. They were in courts for a few years. He maintained his story that someone must have broken in after he left and stole everything, and there wasn't much proof otherwise. I haven't talked to him since then.. that was probably 5 years ago.. and I rarely talk with my mom. She still has nothing nice to say to anyone. She constantly bitches and is always negative about everything. So I have no time for her.
So that is a short summary of why I am not close to my parents.
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