Junior Year Summer Fiasco

I had come back with my parents for the summer and had just finished unpacking when I decided I wanted to speak with them before dinner. I gathered my parents in the living room and explained that I was no longer working on a Christian ministry degree to work at their church but instead I was doing software design/management. My dad was floored and asked why I changed my degree. I explained I had found a passion and something I was really good at it when taking it as an elective during my first year. I had switched my degree major during the second half of my freshman year so that I could still graduate on time. My mom looked at me as if I was a stranger while my dad looked dumbfounded by my explanation. They asked why I didn’t say anything sooner and I explained that I wanted to see if I was actually any good at it and this past year of school actually proved that I was doing something really well. My dad was fuming since he had a plan to keep me here and under the watchful gaze of my parents where they could dictate every stage of my life.

I figured I was already giving them news so I showed them my engagement ring. This brought a smile to their face instantly and asked who the lucky guy was and how come the guy didn’t ask them for their blessing. I explained that I actually asked her parents for their blessing and just would like their blessing of our marriage. They thought they just misheard that last sentence and questioned if I said her and I explained I asked Sam to marry me. I was still hopeful for a better situation since I am my only child’s parent but realistically still expected something bad to transpire. However, I didn’t expect my father to banish me from their home with no warning while my mother broke down to the floor wondering where she failed her daughter. They continued to call me names like vagrant and harlot while ridiculing me for abandoning this family.

They started to throw insults at Sam and blamed her for what I am now. They said they never liked the girl and even said she corrupted me like the devil she is. My anger had boiled up to its maximum point and I screamed what I had wanted I to tell them for years, “If anyone should be mad it should be me. I wanted to live my own life for me and I never got to make choices until I was confident enough to make them and without being under your constant micromanaging of my life. You think you know me so well but all you have done is controlled every aspect of my life until college.” I laughed with an evil smirk and said, “I’m gonna show you I’m not your little girl anymore.” My parents looked at me with confusion on what I could possibly show them to change anything at this moment.