Yoghurt on a Stick, on 08 February 2012 - 07:22 PM, said:
I think a lot of it does come down to ultimatums, along side with the ego thing already suggested. I remember the moment my dad threw me out of the house. He did it because he had lost power and couldn't cope with it on a daily basis any longer. But that wasn't that he'd lost power over me, it was that there was nothing within his ability to stop my alcoholic decline (at the time). He threw me out because he couldn't watch. In my case it was the right thing to do. I suspect (can't remember) that I was a little hurt at the time but eventually I was able to see why he had done what he did. It was nothing to do with disowning me. I just thought I'd share my experience so as to explain that there can be a lot more to parents kicking their kids out than one may initially conclude.
Yeah, had a similar experience. When I was 16, I used to stay out after work with my future husband, and as we had no phone, my grandparents didn't know where I was. Instead of talking to me about it, I think they tried shock/control tactics. I came home one day to a locked door (I didn't have a key) and it took me a while to find them. They'd gone to my grandfather's allotment, and I met them coming back. They didn't say a word, but next day when I came home from work my mother was waiting to take me with her, my bag was packed and my nan was crying her eyes out.
I didn't visit for months, but the first time I did, they weren't expecting me, and I saw the joy on their faces before they had time to hide it and assume the usual stern attitude towards me that I was used to seeing.
My mother told me she didn't think my nan really expected me to go, I think she thought I'd beg to stay and be suitably chastened after duly learning my lesson. But things hadn't gone to plan, I'd taken her at her word.
Before she died, my nan told me she'd always been afraid I'd take advantage if she showed any affection, as she thought I'd see it as a sign of weakness, and she'd lose control of me. And I told her she'd always been, and always would be, my mum.
We were never able to have an open, communicative relationship, but at least I'm glad we managed to express something before it was too late.
Edited by feral chile, 08 February 2012 - 07:50 PM.