OK take a look at my life, gonna be super personal, I'm an open person and you tell me if I need to man up or pull the boot straps or lack adult skills
Pakistani:
Came to America in 1986, both parents were illegal, so was I, to this fucking day only my dad knows how I got here
Father was a strict religious Islamic zealot, physical abuse galore (we are talking Child service being called by my school due to me having 20+ lashings from a horse whip, because a page ripped out of the Koran, mind you the bindings were loose due to the book being placed by the goddamn fucking radiator, but nope my fault...)
Mom a RN made into a house wife, cause you know woman making at least 5x as my dad is a no no
Dad dead end jobs and sending most money back home to his mother and deadbeat brothers who hadn't amount to anything
Suffered from poverty due to it, lived paycheck to paycheck, any bonuses to push out was siphoned to my grandmother and his defunct ilk (lived in uncles building at 1/3rd price, slept on floors)
After a fight with family, dad saved up enough to buy building
Moved when I was 14, still suffered from inept social/financial burden dad had now placed on me as a fucking 14 year old
He passed away a year latter, my schoolwork suffered from depression, anxiety, etc. Family tried a coup to take over but luckily we saved the building from leaving us
Dads brother who's building we stayed at financially helped us until we were at least grounded
I tried every avenue to get legal, family roadblocked or terms to do so were costly prohibited or time ran out
Suffered a lot but mom and me were each others foundation
I worked under the table making paltry money, mom same thing
Depression and Stress led me to many bad habits which really took a toll on me
Obesity got out of hand
Building super, I had to deal with all the bullshit, my mom is versatile in "desi" knowledge,but I was her asset for American standards
Ups and down my mom and I went through them together
Our relationship is very symbiotic, I'm attached to her, she to me, life just made us so tight that we are inseparable
(Most won't understand, but trust me, hardships with one parent and living through struggles together due to enhance the bond)
Recently my health issues have wrecked me, some may know the ordeal I'm going through, which is finally finishing and soon I'll be home again and being the loyal son
Have I ever wondered what it would feel like living alone, free to do whatever? Sure, its your freedom of being one self not bonded to anything/anyone
I've never dated once in my life, not in our culture, not in upbringing or even my social circle (when I had one)
Right now my life is to get better, get healthier, motivated to get my moms smile back and release the stress I've caused from my inept life but also take the mantle back and be her foundation again
I see myself living my life for her, she wants me to better, which mother doesn't, but she wants me by her side. Its not dependency, but more of a mutual bond that she feels that her and I are together till the end. I'm OK with that.
Reading all these well yeah I would kill myself if I brought a girl home back to smang or smash at my moms home or the yeah you missed out on so much not being alone or how the hell do you invite friends/coworkers over only see it from the culture you're raised in.
South East Asian and many more cultures have complete opposite situations
I'm an outlier to most of these circumstances, yet I feel OK with it
I have no stigma or burden to prove to others the so called battle scars of checking off something I find not compelling to put on a list that one must do
All I know is I'm happy being with my mom, she with me
Eldest son, doing his part, hopefully more and take it day by day