Frustrated daughter is frustrated
So I’m planning on flying to Chicago and attending the Trinity Evangelical Divinity School open house on March 22-23. I called my father today to discuss these plans and he was upset to hear that I still consider moving to Chicago in the fall a possibility. “Why can’t you find something closer?” he angrily told me. He went off about how awful Chicago is and how much crime and gang activity there is there. The usual from my dad.
I told him that I’m applying to Multnomah in Portland and if both schools accept me, I honestly have no idea which one I would go to. He doesn’t think Portland (which is only a 2.5 hour drive from where we live) is close enough. I’ve decided to scrap the plan to apply to Fuller, mostly because I don’t really want to have to do a year in Seattle and then move to California for the second year.
I’m so frustrated right now. I get that he misses Mom, we all miss Mom. I get that he likes having his granddaughter close by. But he wasn’t the reason I moved back from Utah to Washington state, Mom was. Mom wanted so badly to have her granddaughter in her life, and now she’s gone. My sister is talking about moving to Washington, D.C. to live with my aunt (my mother’s sister), my brother wants to go into the military. I like letting Harley visit her granddad, I like letting her bond with her autistic uncle, and I like having my aunt and uncle and three cousins close by. But are they really any reason to keep putting my life on hold?
My father has never understood me. He thinks my entire bachelor’s degree was a complete waste, he doesn’t get why I had to go off to BYU for it—he wanted to keep me close back then, too—and if you’re not a lawyer or a nurse or going in to the military, he thinks you’re wasting your life.
I don’t know why I’m blogging about this, I’ll probably feel stupid for posting this later on, but I’m just so frustrated right now. I’m afraid I’m either going to just give up and give in to him and not return to graduate school, or I’m going to break away again and break his heart. He’s not really giving me any other options.
If you’re reading this, you can pray for me if you want. I need it.
Oh and if you have parents that believe in your dreams and support you in them, I hope you know how lucky you are.
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