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I wasn't trying to jump on you; if I came across that way, I apologize. It's just that this crap happens regardless of the kid's achievements, and when it happens to someone who's genuinely doing something worthwhile, well...
My mom is sitting on $400,000+ in stocks and mutual funds while her daughter and her three kids struggle to make ends meet and her son is for all purposes adrift in life because of her. This is the same woman who once gave me an IOU to get the piano tuned in lieu of a birthday gift; the woman who tried to take posession of my paycheck when we were working on the same job, the same woman who hunted me down in her car while I was riding my bike to tell me she had volunteered me to go into work, my employer having called while I was gone.
I don't know. You tell me. People are often horrified at how I feel about my mom and, to a lesser extent (only because he traveled on business a lot) my dad. But keep in mind, this woman threatened to shut the piano lid on my fingers if I kept playing during her soaps. I was playing "too loud"- but I was adamantly denied piano lessons. Unless *I* paid for them.
I taught myself how to play piano, and quite well; by the time I graduated, I was teaching myself segments of "Rhapsody in Blue" and was playing piano in our high school jazz band. I also accompanied two pieces in concert with other choirs in the school system- and not the high school choir I was singing in!
She retaliated by refusing to tune or maintain the piano in any way- an instrument I paid for half of. The IOU she "gave" me for my birthday now holds the condition- according to her- that I first move the piano to my homeapartment. This is something she added (maybe it was a signing statement?) in the last few years.
That doesn't include the times both my mom and dad told me all about people I knew who were going to Interlochen or Blue Lake (two well-known music camps here in Michigan) while in the same breath telling me I couldn't go because they couldn't afford it. Yet today, she sits on close to half a million dollars.
My parents told me my entire life I could "do anything I wanted to do with my life". They told me they would "stand beside me, 100%". They talked about unconditional love, and how much they wanted me when they adopted me, and I heard these things my whole life.
Every last word of it was a lie. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd been the best of the best- oh, SNAP. I was. I knew it. My teachers knew it. My parents knew it- what birth family history there is that exists specifically states that both parents had a good deal of musical talent (gee, I wonder if that was meant to be a hint or something).
Maybe I'd still be working for the USPS now if I hadn't so foolishly applied myself to music as, ah, desperately as I did. Maybe I'd have memories of being... well... normal.
And here I sit, never once having taken any revenge, doing my best to keep up some sort of family tie with the person who, far above and beyond any other individual over the course of my entire life, has done me more damage than anyone else could have ever possibly been capable of.
I missed out on a lot in high school because I was so completely focused on what I saw as my future career. From my freshman year in high school, I knew I wanted to teach music. That's all I aspired to. I didn't want to perform solo in concert, I didn't want a performance gig with an orchestra- I wanted to teach, to apply what I learned from my high school band and choir directors (I was a very good singer as well) and all of the directors I performed under outside school, and I paid close attention to their techniques and their material. I resolved very early on that my students would end up being more challenged musically than I was. To that end, I started composing as well, that I might one day write pieces for the group I was teaching to challenge them at exactly their specific ability level.
The biggest reason I'm still hurt isn't really for me- it's for the people I could have shared my talents with in a way that would have benefited them. I'm dead certain, had I been teaching all this time, there would have been at least one student who would discover they're good at playing one instrument or other, and go on to do something with it. That was the whole why of why I wanted to teach.
Instead, my parents made me ashamed I ever even tried. I look back now at all the teasing I got just for being a "bandfag", jeering I got for being a guy playing oboe, and beyond that all the shit I got from all other directions and I really wonder why I bothered. I missed out on just about every school function there was outside the music department because I didn't feel like I was welcome.
I haven't really touched music in years, except to occasionally write a note or two. Working for USPS in a plant, I see a lot of ads for colleges and universities (and music schools), and every one of them is a reminder. That, all by itself, keeps me from any sort of healing; constant reminders are like sewage in a wound.
I'm sorry for the rambling nature of this post; nevertheless, I'm going to end with something really hard to deal with. How does one go about reconciling the concept of "unconditional love" with a) one set of parents, for whatever reason, giving you up for adoption, and b) the adoptive parents rejecting you and ruining you life?
I don't mean to sound hostile. If I do, I sincerely apologize. But how do you reconcile the concept of unconditional love with a history of parents who abandon you and another set of parents who both betray and abandon you?
This shit hurts. For a long, long time.
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