They Crashed My Graduation
Yeah, I hate narcissists, man. They stop at literally nothing just to be assholes. My father even said and I quote “I know that I will probably never see my grandkids and I’m okay with that”. Like keep that same fucken energy then. Long story short, my parents disrespected me, my fiancé, and my in-laws. They continuously caused chaos and misery.
I got tired of it, so I cut them out of my life permanently. They know I will never speak a word to them until they get therapy and anger management. Despite all the hell I got from their flying monkeys, I made it out, and I’m proud that I kept my word.
But narcissists never stop. They will just keep going for as long as possible. I think sometimes you just have to disappear. For so long, I had a fear that they would crash my graduation, and they actually did it.
They found the information for my graduation online. It had the date, location, everything. My older brother was the one who told me what they were planning and told them it was a bad idea. But, alas, they didn’t care.
I tried my best to have a good day and forget about it because, regardless, they didn’t have tickets, so how could they get in? Well, apparently the line got too backed up, and they let everyone in.
It was miserable. I couldn’t even focus on me graduating. I was focused on getting the fuck out of there. After hours of waiting to finally be called, I went up, got my name called, and bolted to the car. They tried to find me, but I left.
That made me so fucking pissed. This was supposed to be my moment. I looked beautiful, I wanted to see my friends, and I wanted to be present. But now everything got clouded because of their beyond selfish behavior. It was my last time on campus, and I couldn’t even embrace my friends or family. I had to leave straight after.
Even though I am super pissed they found me, I am still proud of myself that I didn’t give them the satisfaction of anything. They have no photos to post of me. They are blocked on social media, so they can’t tag me to tell everyone how fake proud they are of me. There is literally nothing they have to even pretend that I have a relationship with them, which is why they wanted to find me in the first place. They desperately wanted to save face.
Of course, their flying monkeys tried to beg and plead with me to change my mind. They told me, “If you invite them now, you will finally have a leg to stand on.”
I said, “I have all the legs to stand on! They disrespected me and my fiancé! My father was alone with my fiancé one time and used that moment to berate him and get angry all because my man said no. What kind of partner would I be if I allowed that man near him again? Also, think about yourself as a parent. If you had a child, do you think you would want to chat and have coffee with a person who treated your child like shit? As if you weren’t alive. As if you weren’t around to care. If my parents wanted to be around, then they should have gotten a fucking grip.”
That changed their tune quickly because, at the end of the day, they know acting like a raging lunatic is not acceptable. I was given no more shit for it.
Thank goodness my in-laws, my fiancé, and my friends were all super supportive of me. They rallied behind me, made sure I was safe and protected, respected my boundaries, and made sure my parents didn’t go near me.
My grandfather is having a much harder time with it; however, that is okay. There are going to be plenty of friends and family members who don’t believe me, but I don’t need them to. Because I know me, and I have ridden this merry-go-round with my parents a thousand times. I know the speed, the animals, and every last gear on this thing well enough to know that it will never change. I’m not going to keep getting back on this ride just to show people that it’s exactly what I say it is.
I could show thousands of people how my parents treat me, and once I’m done, there will still be a thousand more who say, “Actually, I don’t think that’s true.” 🙄
It doesn’t matter, though, because I am moving states away in four days. They don’t know my address, they don’t know where I am, and they will have absolutely no way to reach me this time. If they do, I’ll just call the police because I genuinely do not care about them anymore. I only care about myself and my well-being. So any sibling, family member, or anyone else who gets in the way of that can fuck off, and I’ll drop them too 😂 My peace is worth more than any relationship.
Let this be a sign: if I can keep my boundaries through all of that, so can you. Don’t let the guilt overtake you.
I would just love some support right now because that was hell. Thank you for reading.