u/Emanonthewanderer

Until the day my father died I was just " the commie" to him, and my mother has no idea about anything about me, because she already had a convenient vision of who I am, that goes from political, religious, ethical, and even what foods I "like" (those foods make me instantly lose my appetite, or straight throw them out). My best friend had a similar problem until the day she died, and during the funeral they were mourning someone that never existed.

I have bigger issues than that, but it's not something I have ever experienced being talked about seriously.