Ugh. My dad used to work at his dad's racing stable in California, and he bought Ray for me and all, but doesn't care about how high I got him to jump or what cool tricks I taught him. My mom never has been a horse person... especially since that time when she was little and her brother's horse pulled their porch across their yard... O.o But I feel like the only people who care to help me, etc. are my 2 neighbors. One used to be a riding instructor, but retired, and one used to show in some major eventing classes with her polish arabs, but they all retired. That's where I got my old tack set and the dream of jumping. And that's where my 'arena' is. (Fenced in and flat pasture. That's it.)
:) Good luck getting them to see your side.
It's weird parents tell you to follow your dream and all that suff and not let anyone take it away but somtimes it feels like they are and the worst part if they really want to they can :S