My mom is nice. We're pretty close, and while she doesn't agree with all the decisions I've made about my life, she at least accepts that I'm an adult and I have the right to live my own life.
My dad is another story. He had this nice, neat plan for my life, where I had a 5.0 GPA, was studious (which of course precluded joining a sorority
), was religious, went for a doctorate (which you do NOT need in my field), didn't date anybody until I had earned said doctorate
, then got married and had kids (and of course, I was to be a virgin on my wedding night). Let's just say I deviated wildly from this plan, and he still hasn't come to terms with it and probably never will.
But, much as I grouse about my father's attitude, it could have been a lot worse... so in many ways, I'm fortunate.
