It’s funny how people always blame someone else for something they have always done. My father said I have an “attitude problem” because I don’t answer his questions when he is talking to me. Well let’s see, when someone chooses their work over their family and their child has to constantly repeat themselves over what they do because the parent doesn’t listen, no shit I’m going to give an attitude. I know I should be grateful for still having a chance to live at home, but there comes a time and a place when the boundary is considered crossed one too many times. I think I’m beginning to reach my limit. I have exactly ten months until I am done with school and can hopefully move out of the house.
I’ve come to realize I can never live at home longer than necessary. I’m sick of getting blamed and yelled at for no good reason other than someone’s own selfish reasons. I thought I would love living at home after being away for two years, but I have come to learn that those were the steps I needed to understand that I will be much better off by getting the hell out of this house. How do people stand living at home, honestly? I don’t even want to call this a home, this is my parents house, not a home. A home is a place I can make of my own. I can not wait for that day. Until then, I will be pushing myself to strive a chance to make it out of here.