I have 2 GOP parents, one that voted Trump originally and one that did not. Over the last 9 years, I have watched them both travel down the MAGA pipeline to become visibly fascist. The parents who taught me racism was wrong and to have empathy for others, have become openly hostile about immigrants, Muslims, and even parrot the Nazi “great replacement” theory.

Part and parcel with this, they refuse to have any discussions about the facts – like immigrants not stealing and eating people’s pets. They won’t hear it, they won’t even engage in the conversation…they just get angry and loud the second they hear anything that doesn’t fit into the Fox News narrative. Can you relate? How are you dealing with it in your relationships with your parents?

  • pep@sh.itjust.worksOP
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    22 hours ago

    I kind of want to do this for my mom…it would be weird though when she called me about Thanksgiving after 🤷‍♂️

    • oddlyqueer@lemmy.ml
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      13 hours ago

      I didn’t realize it until after she died, but I mourned my relationship with my mom for years before she actually kicked the bucket. I had long since accepted that she didn’t want to have any kind of relationship with me and that I would almost certainly never have any meaningful relationship with her, unless she had a serious change of heart. So I just assumed that I would never speak to her again. Then when she actually died, it just kinda… ticked from 0.1% chance to 0.0% chance. Still felt shitty to have it finally close on that note, but I hadn’t really expected anything different. I still sometimes wonder if I could have had some kind of breakthrough conversation with her but the reality is that she made her choices and there was nothing I could do to change her mind.

    • Josey_Wales@lemmy.world
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      17 hours ago

      But seriously Dad stopped talking to me and I followed suit. That was about 2 years ago. I missed him at first and worried about missing out on what little time he had left.

      I eventually realized that I was missing something that no longer existed. My Dad either never was what I thought or became something I didn’t want in my life.

      So I buried him. This way I can preserve what good memories I had and learn to live life without that relationship.