Truth Be Told: The Ongoing Tale Of My Unremarkable Life, Part the Second. · 4:53pm Dec 27th, 2014
I suppose the best place to start would be a year ago, give or take a week. Now, before we begin, I need to put a disclaimer against potential drama. I know I have things a lot better than most people. My story doesn't include a childhood of abuse and trauma. The situation I've been placed in is just one I wasn't emotionally equipped to handle. What is one person's personal hell may be insignificant to another.
A Christmas gift is what begins this tale. My girlfriend (bless her heart) gave me a Derpy statuette, clueless to the potential fallout. I brought it home and was nearly in the clear when my mom asked me what gift I'd recieved. I set it on the kitchen counter. The next few hours were a blur. My dad and I went off to do some gaming, too pissed at each other to speak quite yet. There was some preexisting bad blood between us more than a year prior, when he'd humilited 14-year-old me for being a brony. My mom was on vacation at the time, so she was understandably confused.
That night, my mom conveniently went out to see a movie, leaving my dad to beat down my every argument in favor of the fandom with his bigoted insistance that "it's a little girl's show and it prevents you from being a proper husband and father." Absolute crap, right? Arguments carried on for days, with my mom jumping in after consuting Fox News on what we were arguing about. Eventually, with neither side willing to give, my parents played the parent card. Threats were made, and trust was shatttered. The people who raised me to stand on what I believe is right were punishing me for just that.
More to come. This is merely the prelude.
What kind of parents would do something like that?