This isn't how I expected my night to end.
"Why can't you just listen!" I shouted, frustration boiling over.
"Because you can't seem to understand!" My mom shouted back, concern sharp in her voice. "We're just trying to look out for you."
"Well, it sure doesn't feel like it." I muttered.
"Demetruis, your mother and I are just worried that you won't make anything of yourself with—" My father paused with a grimace, as though it physically pained him to say it.
"Art, Dad," I snapped. "I'm an art major."
"And that is the problem," Mom said.
This is the same conversation we have had since before I started college...
My parents don't believe I can make something of myself with an art degree. Once again, there more focus on the money than the fact I'm actually good—genuinely enjoy it.
You'd think getting accepted into the top art college in the state would earn me a little faith.
Nope. If anything, it made them press harder.
"I'm leaving," I said. I was done with their opinions. Grabbing my jacket and I move down the hallway, towards the door.
"Demetruis, we are not finished!" Mom yelled, following after me, with Dad right on her heels.
I'm almost at the door when my mom grabs my arm, her grip tight.
"We are just worried about your future," Mom said, trying to reason with me. "There is only so much money you can make on an artist's salary."
"What if you decide to start a family someday?" Dad butts in. "How will you pay for anything?"
"I'm not thinking about the future, I'm thinking about now" I said, turning towards them, frustrated by their instance.
"That's the problem, "Dad said, sounding just as frustrated as me.
"You know you should join my company—"
I can't hear anything they say after that. All I hear is static.
They just keep Talking.
Talking.
Talking.
Talking.
I turn back to the door, my hand on the doorknob. The static sounded even louder than before.
WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP.
"And you wonder why I barely visit anymore" My voice was unnervingly calm.
Silence.
I don't bother turning around to see their expressions. I open the door and step into the cold winter night.