May 04, 2005 09:07
It has come down to this...I might be moving out. I really want to but I dont want to leave until I get everything straightened out with my parents. My dad comes downstairs last night to ask me about it and I didnt say anything, mainly because I want to wait until I have Tyrel to elp me talk to them about it. My mother has been bitching to me about it for a few days now and it is really starting to get to me. Her constant babble of "you will fight with whomever you live with no matter where you go or who you live with", "you will just end up hurting yourself or the people you care about, being Tyrel in this situation, by doing this". etc etc. Of all her bitch rant time she has put in over the past few days, the only real reason I got out of it for her not thinking that I am ready is that she has to rant and bitch at me in order fr me to clean/dust/do laundry/iron that kinda stuff. And really, lets me honest here, I would do all that stuff, if I thought about it. Laundry and Ironing I do just because I kinda need my clothes. Cleaning and dusting? not so much. I am an artist, I will never have the time that she puts into cleaning to clean wherever I live. Anywhere I live is going to be dirty and unruly...but thats just who I am. Also I dont do that just to push her buttons because she is my mother *grin*. And we do those kinds of things.
So I will be waiting until I have Tyrel here to help me talk to my parents about it over the next week or so.
*nods*