You guys ready to hear a story? I hope so.
I am currently a 20 year old college student going to school at a well-known 4 year university. Everything looks great on paper. 3.5 GPA, tons of extra curriculars, solid social life, and just got an internship locked in place.
However…
There are underlying problems. Of course, right? I was diagnosed with depression at age 13. When I was 12, my Sudanese parents got divorced, and my dad literally packed his stuff and walked out of the house without describing any of the details to me. My little sister was 4 at the time, and according to her, she witnessed some fights between my parents. That messed her up real good. She’s now 12 and has to take numerous medications to combat her (literally) psychotic depression. I have also thought about taking medication and have tried counseling, but I try to push forward without much treatment as a way to trick myself into thinking that I’m strong. Now both me and my 12 year old sister live with my dad, and he has a very negative view towards depression. Essentially, he believes that it doesn’t exist, which has put a major filter in our relationship. I’m not allowed to show negative feelings, and I sure as hell know this because every time my 12 year old sister cuts herself, he makes her feel bad for feeling bad, only making the problem worse ("THIS IS THE WRONG THING TO DO!!! ARE YOU STUPID??). In other words, it seems this guy is pretty emotionally challenged. He is very hard to communicate with, and oftentimes he’ll just stare at you instead of speaking his mind. Very uncomfortable.
Now, that’s just the backstory. I’ve explained that I go to college, still live at home, and that my sister lives with us too. Now, recently, just me and my sister decided to spend a week in Greensboro in order to see our mom. There was the usual trash-talking about dad, since mom definitely has a lot against him at this point (dad divorced her while she had no steady income, got remarried, and continued to pursue his career as a professor). Now, when we drove back to our hometown, both me and my sister were dreading how miserable it was going to be. We both hate living in that house, as we find it to be a pretty toxic environment. We drive back, park the car near the driveway, walk in, and notice that dad has a very strange look on his face. Not unusual. Weird dude. I go upstairs and unpack my things, then start reading Quora on my phone. All of a sudden, my dad yells my name and asks what my GPA is. I tell him it’s a 3.5 overall, but I only got a 3.0 last semester since I ended up getting a C in one class. Crappy professor. I expected disappointment since a C isn’t the greatest news in the world, but my dad looked completely furious. He gives me a stare equivalent to that of Satan’s, and says “you and I need to have a talk.” He then has his wife (my stepmom) make him some hot chocolate, and he makes me sit there and wait while he finishes his mug (plus he chugged the thing down like his tongue was made of steel… Jesus). Then, he makes me get in his car, and for about 5-10 minutes, we’re driving in absolute silence and I have no idea where we’re going. He parks in some random ass spot on the campus I go to, and says “WHERE IS THE RED BAG IN THE BASEMENT?!”
Dear. God. What’s he talking about?!
My dad found out I had friends over one week while he was gone, and accused me and my friends of stealing it. Now, there is a reason he was so on edge. There was an incident in the past when something was stolen from the house while my parents were gone, and it was fairly recent too. However, we settled this personally without getting the police involved. Knew the guy pretty well… best friend in middle and high school actually. I decided to let the guy chill in my house while I go to work one day… then he decides to take drugs, has a terrible trip, and goes nuts. Yeah. Long story.
Anyway, I knew that this time nothing was actually stolen, since I basically kept an eye on my friends during their entire visit at the house. They did spend the night, and yes, something could have happened while I was asleep, but these guys aren’t anyone to take anything. My dad said he wanted to get the police involved, and once I told my friends that, they said “yes, please, let’s get this over with to prove that we didn’t do anything.” To me, that says something about the validity of their innocence. I keep telling my dad that I had no idea what he was talking about, yet kept saying “TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT HAPPENED” and continued to call me stupid, unappreciative, ungrateful, defiant, and that the wiring in my brain is off. He wouldn’t even tell me what the bag looked like, or when he found out it was apparently stolen. He then tells me that he doesn’t trust me anymore, and once we get home, I’m at my breaking point. After talking to some relatives, I make this super emotionally charged decision to pack all my belongings and move to Greensboro.
Obviously, this upset my dad, and he tried to guilt trip me into coming back, saying “you don’t fix a mistake by making another mistake” and “you must make amends and apologize to me in front of everyone in the house.” I didn’t wanna deal with that. My new plan was to find a job in Greensboro, work for a semester, then come back to school off student loans, grants, and scholarships. Over time, my dad begins to feel a bit bad, calls my mom while I’m in Greensboro, and forces me to talk to him on the phone. I tell him we need to fix the communication aspect in our relationship, since the underlying problems that led me to make the decision to go to Greensboro came from lack of communication… since I was scared of him. He told me he agreed with me.
I still wanna move out at this point. Even though we have sort of made up, I have a feeling he’s never truly going to change. I am thinking about moving out now and paying the rest of college myself through student loans. I have the option to take out a $7500 loan this semester, and have already found an apartment room. All I need to do is finalize things.
Is this a reasonable decision? Before, my dad was paying for my tuition, yet held that over my head as a way to stay in the house, because he doesn’t want me to be entitled to his money. He’s pretty tight about these things. If I take out the loan and continue to take out loans, I will graduate with debt on my plate… but I’ll be away from my dad. I think this is what I really need. I’m thinking a certain distance in our relationship will allow things to reset, instead of complicate, which is very possible if I stay in the house.
I just want to be happy… I want to feel free