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Living with boyfriends parent.

I know if whoever reads this i will sound like I’m an ungrateful b!&* but just **** I’m just so down all the time. Stupidly i made mistakes to take a trade and quite school. and i left so we were destitute im goal moving to my boyfriends parents house was to. A-get to college finally, and save up to move on once more. From the beginning it was my stupid choice for coming here, and i got depressed and in and out of school. For one fact I don’t have control of my own environment, these parent are hard headed and dont listen and tell me to get a job, you know i get it, I just stupidly got dependant on my boyfriend, and make arguments, because i just had too much time to sit and think, i was on my own and working taking care of myself i come here i feel inadequate and i feel like I’m not bale to express myself here but in this room I constantly change Finally this year i am going out to look for a job and i freaking want out, with my boyfriend, for got sakes, i just like being independent and alone to wake up and make my honey breakfast, now how do they bother me, guess I’m just really freaking selfish, I don’t want to make breakfast for him when their home i feel guilty enough living here since my parent don’t give a rats *** about me. When i get up in the morning if I’m early I try to be quiet, the mom follows with in some time, I’m a grumpy person i don’t want to talk to anyone but my honey. or when i go to school when im just about to leave the prompt in getting up or at least one of them during the winter the froze the **** house up the highest they put the heating is at 18, the basement is humid and cold when i put the heat up, they put it down when i put the dehumidifier on they turn it off and unplug it, if i say apples, they say bananas, they tell me to get a job, how the freak can i when i live 2 hours a wake from school and i have to travel 2 hours to school then find a job in the area and the come all the way back to here, when there is a 2 year old home, i just want solitude, i guess im a selfish one. i get it their nice to take me in, but god, what can i do to express myself, there is no place to put an easel to paint to place to put my piano without the 2 year old coming along and smacking the keys about. i cant watch tv, because one is up and the other is down I watch internet tv, but i got an addiction problem because i don’t know where else to turn to, no friends to talk to, i just made one but i dont want to ***** at her about my problems, who needs it, my boyfriend is getting fed up of my ********. omg i don’t want to have a kid here because I know the mom will run to the kid if it cries and take it from my arms, I don’t like that Im a human being that has to learn, like learn to tolerate here. right? here is an example about how im bothered by the mom and i feel competing with or watched, i told my boyfriend i was going to make a different kind of macaroni and cheese with singles, he said ok your going to make it, she’s babysitting the grand daughter, and i said ok ok I’m going to make it, and then the mom comes along and says threes this in the pot, try not try, she cant speak English, i mean didn’t he notice that?????????/ COME ON. I want to be his f$$$ing girlfriend and make him something, but no, I’m not adequate enough, fudge, when he was working night shift she would prompt to make his sandwich, until the daughter in law defended me out of no where i had said nothing so i did notice though she did stop. same goes for the room, i turn the heat up to 20cel, they turn it down to 15, as far as i was concerned to kill the humidity and the cold from cracking the house up is to keep a stable temperature, this up and down probably cost more in their bill, in the spring, even if its still like 0-10 they turn it right off and you freeze i leave our room on but when i leave the house they check it and turn it off. i never get to sleep in too much, not like i should i should be working, ****** i just fell into this deep dark depression, and i hate it. now im back on the boat again. like i like to clean her house when shes at work and only me and my boyfriend are home, it gives me a feel of independence but the father took on a night shift and i feel blah, i like doing the laundry when were alone make his Saturday breakfast and so on, but when they get home, i freaking transform and go to the room and stay, for god sakes who has a tv in the kitchen and they sit all the time in there, the house is messed up the bedroom and kitchen are on the top and the ‘living room’ is on the bottom. and either both are here or one up and one down, and where am i supposed to go. I KNOW WORK. i want to finish school and see a mental doctor. I got some freaking issues i didn’t know it was this bad! I wasn’t as judgemental because i had other things to worry about i didn’t ***** this much, every little thing they do i freaking lose it to the point of crying. omg . I don’t want to buy milk because they’ll use it. i want my own food but they’ll use it, how freaking selfish is that? I know they took me in and didn’t let me pay nothing, but freak man it takes a lot to get me out of this sink hole, i would never want to do this ever again, I mean if i want to decorate just to give it a thing, nope wont happen. if i want to paint, i dont think she’ll object but I’ll get this horrible feeling i want to get rid of furniture and change the room around, but I will see once i start working. I think i just want to leave and move closer to school and work and just be free, so i don’t have to get called out of the room for freaking stupidity, my boyfriend and i fought one night i don’t sleep well when hes not around, he went to his cousins so we both get a break, the next morning the mom wakes me up, because her husband wasnt home on time, omg he worked an hour extra. then he came home and he drive her to work and i went to sleep i slept less than 3 hours, i miss him a lot when he’s gone, so i finally managed to fall asleep the father comes home and comes to the door calling my name, where’s my son, im like steves, hes like why aren’t you with him, are you kidding me i mean piss off people fight, we need space at times my god, and i started mumbling because im a light sleeper trying to get to sleep in, but no hes like did you do have a fight, i mean it in my head piss off, i don’t eat super too often with them at the same time and when i was eating the mamas food it was mostly oil and pasta, and i freaking packed it on, 15 pounds i lost stop eating their food. So Im just going to call a mental doctor some time soon and get to studying and work and getting the hell out, I did enough to try to help, but I should worry about myself, she got a clot in her leg and we had to take her to the hospital and such, and I helped a lot I care, but why do you think she got a clot > from the oily pasta she keeps eating she is 61 years old and 5,4″ and weights like 194lb, they don’t listen its killing me and im putting it out on my boyfriend and in return he listens and honors me and loves me and spoils me and I feel so mean insulting his parents, but I guess he understand, but she babied him, when he was young I can sense things, and I have to shut up. He’s fed up of my ******** and judging, its killed me here, im trying so hard to keep my mouth shut. Im scared if we stay long here were going to be a fubly stupid and redundant and become lazy like them, he is lazy this environment is killing me and I just don’t have the strength to take it on my own, I want to be responsible but its insulting me when I don’t get a chance here to do it. So I’m going to leave very soon, I cant take it, I will get my own furniture and that’s it piss off , I just want my boyfriend but im scared after this ordeal I’ve had, its has worn me out, like today I had planned that I would cut the grass and stuff, but I guess to the mom its not fast enough, ok fine wtf else can I do? Then they complain I stay in the room, where else am I suppose to go? Tell me somebody, I don’t have a bus pass yest but I plan to stay out and study or work, and that’s it, and I don’t want to hear them “oh it feels nice to have ajob” I don’t want to freaking hear it! Leave me alone, you destroyed us, and my independence, honestly, I don’t know who will read this, I feel horrible the way I let it out on my boyfriend, its killing me, I don’t want to help baby sit the grand daughter, I don’t feel like its my responsibility, first of all you don’t think about yourself in the future and continue on the horrible eating habit and you complain about how you are tired? Yet you don’t make an effort to change. Okay? Okay..! And when they we leave they’ll be insulted, but this isn’t my house I cant do anything here . I am contained from my own self expression, she doesn’t speak english too well I feel like she has had enough of me, and they get bothered when im the room to much and call me out for stupid things, just to get me out, I cant rest here,

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