Asking as a Parent
I’m the parent of 2 estranged adult children. I’m not asking for absolution or agreement. But just curious of people’s take on the situation. And it takes two to screw up a relationship. I accept my faults.
My son went to a private national university, all paid by me and he graduated with a computer engineering degree. While at school, he did well in his studies (he’s smart) but also played video games to the point where all his peers had internships but he never tried to apply. So summer break would happen and he’d come home with nothing to do other than play games. This went on to graduation. There was quite a bit of discourse between my wife and me but she was of the “let him be” mindset. So now he graduates with nothing on the work horizon. A quarter of a million dollars spent and he comes home and plays more video games. Life goes on and my wife and I separate. I tell him, now that she is gone, you can’t sit at home and play games. Finding a job is a 40 hr a week job, and when you aren’t applying to jobs, you are writing code and publishing to GitHub (nerd stuff but critical at the time to finding engineering work). He knuckles down and does it and lands a “new hire” program position at a great company. It’s for recent grads and now that he’s missed the new grad hiring window he has to wait one year. So he starts playing games again. I tell him “NO”. Volunteer, find a gig, do contract work. But you aren’t playing video games 40 hrs a week. At this time, my ex has moved into her own place and he says he’s moving in with her. So he spends the next year playing games and then goes off to his job where he is successful (He is smart) but he has no social life. I have access to his bank accounts. It’s just sad. Purchases to game companies (steam etc…). He doesn’t want to talk to me.
My daughter is slightly different. Smart, engaging and driven. Private national universities again. Even more academically proficient than my son. Three quarters of a million dollars into her education and she gets accepted to a great PhD program. Underwritten by me. I am all for it but I am then diagnosed with cancer. Her PhD program has given her a full ride so I tell her I’m quitting my job and I couldn’t work like I did before while fighting cancer and her only comment was “well can you give me X for this…”. So I write her a check for more than most families make in a year, and her response is “thanks”. They make student loans, car loans, home loans, one thing they don’t make is retirement or medical loans. I need what money I hadn’t spent on the kids for my cancer care. She get’s grumpy about it.
So I’m receiving treatment and am sick. She comes to town (I know as I underwrite it) and she doesn’t call to see how I am doing. I don’t need “help” and can stagger around my home but a call would be nice. So I call her. She’s out with her friends on the town! I yell at her. Not a proud moment but I was furious. Not even a “how are you doing” or “do you need help” when she is in town.
So she goes no contact, oh, other than to take money.
I feel like I created these people. I ‘m sure there are other context items where the kids were like “dad did this” but seriously, these kids wanted for nothing. I never missed an academic event, soccer game, football game, gymnastics meet or cross country event. I took time off and made up the time at night (as an engineer I could do that).
I led a very big project at my company. You have heard of this company and heard of this product. A completely new architecture. A gamble. All on me. I thought I was going to die of stress so many times. I’m sure it impacted our home lives. I was there but probably withdrawn all of the time.
But I am furious at my kids. Probably more than they are of me. Where did I go wrong?
TLDR: I threw a bunch of money at my kids. I worked too much. I pushed my kids.