I live with my mom,brother,boy friend, and new addition my moms friend and her son.
And this past summer its been driving me crazy.
First off events happen in such a way to where my mom is at my boyfriends throat, making him feel like he's not welcomed, but we pay rent, its not like we're free loading, but it wouldn't matter if we were paying all but $100 my mom would still feel she's queen bee and what she says goes.
Then she loves to make little remarks like "oh I hate to see what your house will look like" cause somehow me and my bf are the dirtiest people in the world, or we use up the most electricity, or water, or we eat up all the food.
Which as far as I'm concerned we don't, we both work, making it so there are certain hours of the day where we aren't even home to do such things. And even if I want to eat all the food we have, I bought most of it!
As for the water, come on, everyone takes two showers a day, so why single out us?
cause we can pay for it if it gets overboard.
Oh and don't get me started on this cleaning business, when somethings not done right its me and my bf that get chewed out, like we made everything dirty and just left, why should I have to clean up this mess, I stay in my room like most the time i'm home....so does my bf.
But
I have this fear that when I move out everything will fall apart.
While my mom likes to make comment on us leaving, she also makes comments about how the two of us wouldn't be able to live on our own.
And because she's my mom, I kinda believe her.
And with our luck it just seems like that will be the case
We could saves up for a year, move out, then something would be wrong with our car, or some shit would happen so that we wouldn't have anything to fall back on.
Plus I hate my job and everyday I go I think about how much I just wanna quit and be down with it.
And since we don't have many friends that live on there on, rooming would be out of the question
I should just get it over with......
But i'm too scared of the real world....
feels good to get this stuff off my chest even if its small stuff