Truth About Us

I found this post on my drafts this morning. Obviously it's been there for so long as it was written last August 18, 2012. I decided to post this now for reasons that only the deepest of my heart could reveal. Jk. This makes me smile and cry at the same time. HAHA. So much has changed. :)
Forgive me if this post would be too personal or extremely inappropriate or immature. I just need to vent out the distress I am feeling right now. I may take this down in the future, if necessary. Who cares anyway.
My family does not approve of my boyfriend. Marvin and I told our respective families about us only a month after we decided to be a couple, when we came home for the sembreak. I cannot recall how it all happened; I just know it's too painful to tell.
I am aware of their disfavor towards him. But I did not and will not insist on making them like him. That would be more upsetting. The last thing I want to do is to stage a rebellion against my parents and proceed on engaging a you-and-me-against-the-world kind of relationship. I may have said this before but I will say it again,  I won’t do that. I would never want to be in it. Part of me tries hard to understand their hesitations – we're young and still students. There's so much in store for us. He or the relationship we have may distract me, I may lose focus, or get married at such a tender age. I get that. They want to protect me from all the imaginable and possible worse things that may happen. They don't want their hopes and dreams for me go to waste. I know.
Still, a bigger part of me wants to go away from everyone and everything and live life by myself. I feel insulted.
What about trust? How bad did I do in my younger years to be treated like this? Yes, I party out late, even come home late, or early in the morning. But I always conduct myself properly. I never drink, smoke, went out with a stranger or kissed anyone so randomly. I have lived a most respectable life a teenager could conceivably do these days. I've no beef for people who find happiness in booze or weed. But I am not that kind of person. I've so much  respect for myself, and more importantly, for my family. Sadly, however, they seem to be the ones who have so little faith in me.
I know Marvin is snobbish. He may even be the most indifferent and uninteresting person for some. Still, like everybody else, he deserves a chance, if not a right, to prove himself. He too deserves respect. Earlier, my sister threw at my face the card I'm supposed to send to him. I see that she doesn't like him but I will not tolerate such behavior. I try to be patient with everyone telling me how ugly my boyfriend is, always let each displeasure pass because I know better. I want them to see how amazing he is as a person and not just as an admirer. I desperately want to prove them wrong because they are. But how, when they don't give him a chance to do so?
Through all these, I thank my boyfriend. He is more than perceptive and very forgiving. He would always tell me that it's okay because it's true; that indeed he's snotty and ugly. Oh for goodness sake, my boyfriend is more than that!
PS. I have a wonderful family. 
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