My father asked me to move *3 tons of coal* (really) with my other cousins, which he likes to burn in the fireplace. (crazy) I am so against this, so unenvironmental, dangerous to move 6,600 lbs, lastly in moving the coal it is easy to get ones hand crushed. (no thank you) I told him, I was not going to come and I never showed… This however is against the American work ethic of our family. Later in the day, I got an email from my stepmother “Please discontinue using our Netflix and Amazon accounts.” Guess I am cut off, since I didn’t help… gotta love my family…
Actually this is only 1/100th of the treatment I had growning up, the attitude “your with us, or your against us.” I never had unconditional love and felt that I was not worth living, since if I made a mistake I would be abandoned.
The day I was accepted to Carnegie Mellon School of Art (with a University Presidential Scholarship which paid 1/2) they sat me down at the kitchen table and made me cry, like I did something wrong, like I was evil. “We have only a little money for you..” “you could go for the first year, but that is it.” Instead, I went to a state school and studied computers so that I would never have to ask them again for money again. Engineering was a hard road filled with uncreative people, it was the coal mines of Information Technology, I surrendered the development of my art talent.
Sorry for bleak report….