Have you ever yelled at the partents of anyone you dated?

Question

(I'm 22, she's 19)So my ex gf's parents hated me which one of the reason we broke up. Anyways, we still care for eachother but realize we cant be together, at least not at this point in our lives. So i little while ago it was my b-day and she facebook me saying happy bday. That was it, i didnt respond or nothing just left it at that. Other then that we hadn't talked in a month or so. Anyways her parents got word of this somehow and were so upset saying they didnt want tme talking to her anymore and called me up and just started calling me all sorts of names and i lost it and yelled back at them. I didnt even contact her so i dont know why they were going off like this. I mean it was bad, it was on speaker and i was talking to the dad and then the mom started talking and i told her to shut up and that i would talk to her once i was done w/him. It was a good 20mins. Has anyone else ever done something like this where you just yell at someone's parents? If so how come?

Answer 1

Nope.

I did have the sense to avoid women whose parents hated me, though. If I was a vegetarian, I wouldn't date someone whose father was a butcher. If I was a devout Jew, I wouldn't date a Muslim. If I was a black man in Mississippi in 1924, I wouldn't date a white woman. If I was a wine importer, I would not date a woman whose parents were tee-totalers. If my dad had been on the Bataan Death March, I would not date a Japanese-American woman. If I was an Athiest, Agnostic, or even a liberal Christian, I wouldn't date a fundamentalist. If I was a well-read, thoughtful, white-colar type, I wouldn't date a woman whose father was functionally illiterate and thought people who worked in an office were sissies. I'm either smarter than you or more cynical.

Life is a journey down a long path carrying a bag of rocks. Some of us try to throw away rocks, and some of us pick up more. I bought 14 identical pairs of white socks when I went away to college, so I wouldn't have to worry about matching socks when I did my laundry. That was throwing away a rock. I didn't look as good as most of my fellow guys, and I REALLY didn't look as good as the girls who had a different color pair of socks for every outfit and mood, but I didn't have to match the little devils every week, either. My life was simpler and easier.

It seems to me that dating a girl whose parents hate you is trying to pick up the biggest rock you can find, then staggering along, wondering why your back hurts and the other people along the path are walking faster than you.

If your parents had moved to Oregon when you were 12, you would have found someone else. (If you are in Oregon, substitute Pennsylvania.) She isn't the only one for you. Tell her you are sorry, her parents aren't worth the trouble. Let them listen to her crying herself to sleep every night. If they call, hang up, or, better yet, put the phone done and let them vent into the table top while you go into the other room.

If your life was a Hollywood movie, Love would triumph, just like it did in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" and 400 films since then about unlikely couples. If the Chicago Cubs, a plucky team whose hearts are pure, were in a hollywood movie, they would beat the Yankees for the pennant every season. Life isn't a Hollywood Movie.

BTW, if you posted this in one of the "Friends and Family" categories, you'd get 30 responses in 30 minutes.

Answer 2

No,I`ve never yelled at parents before.well.... seeing ya suituation here...I think ya should just drop it and find someone else which is better.