Shopaholic Q8eya

While driving back home, thoughts were on my mind. Shall I talk to them about it? Why shouldn’t I? They always said they would understand and care. I’m confused as is and it’s not an easy decision to make on my own.

After all, they are my family!

WRONG!

I kept on talking about my concerns and for the first time it hit me. I got an answer; not for my question though.

I will never be good enough for them, never smart enough for them, never good looking for them. My mother, among all people shouldn’t be saying that; she knows better. For heaven’s sakes, she is an educated career woman who is proud not to be a typical Kuwaiti mum. Remember what she said on valentines? The same mum thinks you are this pathetic girl for being single. Add to that, dad thinks what I’m doing for a career is not worth the effort.

After 45 minutes of arguments the phone rang.

Argument conclusion:
I’m not smart enough.

I spend way too much money and other people my age have millions of dollars in their saving accounts, unlike MOI who is poor and borrow money from her parents.

I’m not taking care of myself; pointing out the many things they don’t like about me.

I’m single meaning I’m pathetic. Other girls my age are either married or in proper relationship and planning on getting serious soon. (I wonder how the discussion shifted to include relationships!)

I have no clue what I want in life. Which is true, DUH this is why I’m talking to you in the first place!

My job is not worth it. The job I hated yet they refuse I leave!

I guess after all, I’ll never be good enough for them.

While leaving the room dad calls, I turn around.

Mum: We are not done with our discussion. The phone rang, we got interrupted but I guess you are happy? Right?
Me: Yup. You will never understand.
Dad: Understand what?
Me: Never mind! I knew better not to mention any of that to you. I’m heading to bed. Good night.
Mum: It’s early.
Me: I have work tomorrow morning.
Dad: Since when do you work on weekends?
Me: Since I started! Good night.