Asian parenting, from my view.

When I thought alot of people are against with me and Natasha, I thought it was something that I would just dust off my shoulders. I couldn't care less what people think, lest they are the ones influencing my life directly.

However, my mindset changed, when the very people that raised you up with the so called ASIAN values are actually against with me having someone. Yes, they are my parents.
Instead of being happy that their son found a girl (albeit proving he's not gay), they are the first ones to light the match and sharpen the saws to cut, burn, mutilate the sanctity of this beautiful relationship of mine.
I love my parents. They love me too. They raised me to be the guy that I am today.
But in all those years they raised me, I fear, they have failed to understand me.
They have yet to understand, that words are a powerful trigger of emotions, so powerful that it will leave wounds on the receiving end.
Anger drives people to say things. But do we really believe when they say, "I don't mean it?". And they just shake their heads and put on a seemingly fake attitude and forgetting the entire episode.

I take words, from people very seriously. So serious, that I will remember the most hurtful ones that have been uttered, although in a rage.
I am no stranger when it comes to getting on the wrong end of a scolding from my parents, especially my mother notably. I love my mother, there is no doubt. But when she gets angry, the things that follow thanks to the surge of emotions is enough to scar my thoughts and wound me greatly, so great to even drive me to feel emotionless of future events.
And all of a sudden, my mom will act as if is nothing has happened whatsoever. And I will be left confused by the sudden change of emotions, and will proceed to her requests.

As for my dad, he is a great man, someone I look up to, a role model. He scolds with precision, no threatening words, and he will definitely remember it when he scolds. Just like the soldier he was. Unlike the words that my mom throws around when she scolds, my dad does it with efficiency. I will actually take them to heart.

But what could even drive a parent to such depths, to the point where they accuse the girl that their son is consorting with, is somewhat of a slut, and what is she doing controlling him to the point I must see her every time?
What they don't know, is that I NEVER SEEN HER physically for a while, and I miss her. And secondly, they think, that me bringing her to the house, in the dark of the night, something has happened.
To all ears but mine, my parents thought I was literally making babies with her.
Of course I could hardly blame them, thanks to me returning in the night and with her, alone, in a big house. But calling her a slut, it was something that I could not take.
I was nearly close to yelling at them to literally shut the fuck up. But respect, and common sense followed.

What my parents failed to comprehend is that, I am not that kind of a guy. I don't seek sexual favours from a girl I just met. I just wanted to comfort her, and it was raining when I took her home.
If you guys, can't take it when I have a girlfriend, say it to me loud, say it proud. But do not expect me to leave her. Never. I will show to you guys one day in the future, that she is a daughter in law worth the wait and trouble that I have gone through, and she is, and will be forever my little Natasha.