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Thanks, it really sucks. I didn't expect the reaction I got. I kinda expected my dad to be the one who got upset while my mom was supportive, not the opposite. My dad was the one who had two sisters and only nieces on his side of the family, so I kinda expected he was gonna be the one upset by it; but he's cool with it.
It also blew me away to hear that my grandparents voted for Trump after years of talking about how much they regretted voting for him in 2016 and how they'd never vote for him again. Guess I'm never coming out to them; not that I was totally expecting to due to their age, but it'll be fun coming up with a reason why moving out means I'm forced to move across the country and possibly never come back (at least probably not while they're still living).
Once you are moved out, and across the country, the song Cat's in the Cradle, by Harry Chapin gives you the perfect believable excuse. I'd love to come visit, and I will once work isn't riding me so much. We'll get together then.
I love that song... It's just so sad. The kid wants to spend time with his dad but can't because his dad's always busy, and then the dad wants to spend time with his kid but can't because his child's all grown up and is busy now.