On the verge of who knows what
OK..get ready. This could possibly be the longest journal I will ever write.
The past few months of my life have been a complete hell. Worse than it has ever been and believe me.... there were times that were really bad. But hey...who knows...some people seem to think that I'm blowing this out of proportion and am being "melodramtic".
However, this is the way I see it and the absolute hardest thing to do in life is change your perception.
So, from the beginning. Mother and I have been fighting for years. And the fights have progressively gotten worse. Within the past year or so, they have evolved into almost a sibling sort of rivarly. She's not the "parental figure" in my life anymore but a "sister". And we fight as such. Thinking back, I can barely remember when she was a true parent. Throughout the years, she let me get away with more and more shit and would rarely put her foot down on anything. A great example of this is cursing. It started with me accidenlty slipping a few curses in front of her. Then more and more, and eventually cursing at her.
So, back to the story at hand. A few months ago, whenever I would come home late, I would find mother in my bed. And I'm sorry, but when you live with your parents, your room is the only thing that you can really call your own. My room was my sanctuary. I'd spent years making it so. And when you come home at 2 or 3 am and just want to go to sleep but can't because there is someone in your bed is more than a little irksome. So needless to say, this caused quite a few fights. Many times I tried to sit down with her and explain how I felt about it and how much it bothered me. But as usual, she never listened. I even went so far as to go out and buy new doorknobs that had keyed entry. But that just pissed both of them off.
Well, one day, I had come home to find her bed. Normally, I start out asking hr politely to leave, to which she refuses, then I try some more, and then get pissed off
The past few months of my life have been a complete hell. Worse than it has ever been and believe me.... there were times that were really bad. But hey...who knows...some people seem to think that I'm blowing this out of proportion and am being "melodramtic".
However, this is the way I see it and the absolute hardest thing to do in life is change your perception.
So, from the beginning. Mother and I have been fighting for years. And the fights have progressively gotten worse. Within the past year or so, they have evolved into almost a sibling sort of rivarly. She's not the "parental figure" in my life anymore but a "sister". And we fight as such. Thinking back, I can barely remember when she was a true parent. Throughout the years, she let me get away with more and more shit and would rarely put her foot down on anything. A great example of this is cursing. It started with me accidenlty slipping a few curses in front of her. Then more and more, and eventually cursing at her.
So, back to the story at hand. A few months ago, whenever I would come home late, I would find mother in my bed. And I'm sorry, but when you live with your parents, your room is the only thing that you can really call your own. My room was my sanctuary. I'd spent years making it so. And when you come home at 2 or 3 am and just want to go to sleep but can't because there is someone in your bed is more than a little irksome. So needless to say, this caused quite a few fights. Many times I tried to sit down with her and explain how I felt about it and how much it bothered me. But as usual, she never listened. I even went so far as to go out and buy new doorknobs that had keyed entry. But that just pissed both of them off.
Well, one day, I had come home to find her bed. Normally, I start out asking hr politely to leave, to which she refuses, then I try some more, and then get pissed off