My daughter's roommate is sometimes entertaining, always frustrating and sometimes rage inducing.
Her parents are illegal imagrants from Mexico. I have to say that I am getting an education. Did you know that the US stole Texas from Mexico? Let's forget all about the Republic of Texas. The history she learned in school can't be part of the conversation.
Americans are lazy. I heard the same thing in Europe too. Funny thing. My grandparents, parents and husband are some of the hardest working people I have ever known. And any of them will give you the shirt off their backs.
My daughter is not cultured because she was homeschooled. Nope, she doesn't understand the local slang but get her around a bunch of military kids and she can hold her own. Trips to art museums, the symphony and natural science exhibits. She has lived in three different countries and visited more. She learned WWII history standing beside the Rhine river.
Nope. She can't be cultured. Impossible.
I am not sure what to think right now.
My daughter barley talks to me. When she does it is to hint for a hand out. She won't directly ask for help. Just hints. Nothing I do is right. I try to tell her that the neighborhood she lives in is dangerous and I am not comfortable going there. But I am wrong. I offer to buy her gas and she says that she doesn't have gas money to come visit.
I give up.
One day she will figure this out. I'll be there for her when she does.
Sorry for venting. I am hurting and practicing some tuff love. She asked for money and I said no. To many lies. I have been walked on to much. No more hand outs. I'll drop off groceries when she is going hunger but I won't help with rent any more. The last time I did she went and got her nails done. $100+ .
Enough. Past time for her to grow up. My job is done. I raised her and now it is time for her to stand on her own two feet.