I'm moving to London to work in a few weeks. First time (bar uni) that I've been out of my family home. We live a considerable distance away. Living in London has always been my dream, I love it there.
I've had all manner of grief from my parents about it, but mostly my mum. I'm an only child, so that's probably why. Comments like 'Oh, we'll never see you', comments about me being attacked and stabbed (or, mostly recently, doused in acid!), followed by a healthy dose of wine-fuelled tears. When they watch the news and see a story about London on there, they'll bitch about how awful it is, in front of me naturally. If they watch a TV show about people renting, they'll bitch about how stupid renters are. In fact, if London even gets mentioned in passing, I just feel myself panicking and tensing up, because I know an argument will beckon. My mum, in a fit of tears, screamed and screamed and accused me of not loving her a few weeks ago.
All this has made me feel really depressed. I can feel their comments about London seeping in and starting to scare me away with a fear of being attacked or caught up in a terror incident. So much so that I'm considering not going at all. We live very rurally, in an extremely expensive area, where there are few jobs in anything other than one specific niche field. I look at my friends, whose parents are so proud of them moving to the city to start their careers, and feel so so sad. I have a really good job lined up with a huge company. But I just feel this really heavy pain in my heart that my parents won't be happy with me unless I stay and find some dead-end job at home, meet a man, get married and pop out endless babies. I'm sad that all I am is a disappointment. I'm too pathetic to be able to cut my parents off, and I'd be consumed by grief and fear if I ever did. I don't know what to do anymore.