I was so close to getting out
I came home tonight to my father on the couch, whiskey in hand. My family had apparently been cleaning all day. This included them moving all my sewing stuff. I'd previously told my father I'd take care of it, but that I wouldn't really be home until sunday night. Whatever. They actually arranged everything very nicely upstairs, for which I am very grateful.
However, when I went into my room, which was already horribly messy, I found that not only was the only source of light aside from my bedside table gone, a table full of assorted sewing stuff had been dumped everywhere. The table was placed in the living room. Now, I'd previously talked to my father about how I would take care of my room when I had a day off. He decided that since I dared complain that a) I couldn't see and b) the room was even worse than before, this made me an ungrateful asshole.
He also decided it was my fault exclusively that the house was messy, even though I haven't been home in three weeks except to sleep, and haven't really eaten at home in longer since there's never any food anyway. This from the man who hasn't cleaned his room since my mom died. He then informed me I had a week to get all my shit out of the upstairs appartment. And if I'm really lucky, he might let me pay rent for a tiny room downstairs, you know, next to the bathroom that doesn't have a sink. Though, there isn't actually a room he could move me into. I figure I bascially got kicked out.
I gave him my car keys. I can't afford to pay him back for the car and pay for my prescriptions and pay my student loans on top of paying rent that I can't afford anyway because I make less than $10 an hour at the soul sucking job I've been at for 4 years. The soul sucking job, btw, is screwing with my hours.
Yesterday, I had a car, I was very close to getting my liscence, and I was seriously trying to figure out how to get myself into grad school.
I just want to start walking, but I don't know where I'd go.
However, when I went into my room, which was already horribly messy, I found that not only was the only source of light aside from my bedside table gone, a table full of assorted sewing stuff had been dumped everywhere. The table was placed in the living room. Now, I'd previously talked to my father about how I would take care of my room when I had a day off. He decided that since I dared complain that a) I couldn't see and b) the room was even worse than before, this made me an ungrateful asshole.
He also decided it was my fault exclusively that the house was messy, even though I haven't been home in three weeks except to sleep, and haven't really eaten at home in longer since there's never any food anyway. This from the man who hasn't cleaned his room since my mom died. He then informed me I had a week to get all my shit out of the upstairs appartment. And if I'm really lucky, he might let me pay rent for a tiny room downstairs, you know, next to the bathroom that doesn't have a sink. Though, there isn't actually a room he could move me into. I figure I bascially got kicked out.
I gave him my car keys. I can't afford to pay him back for the car and pay for my prescriptions and pay my student loans on top of paying rent that I can't afford anyway because I make less than $10 an hour at the soul sucking job I've been at for 4 years. The soul sucking job, btw, is screwing with my hours.
Yesterday, I had a car, I was very close to getting my liscence, and I was seriously trying to figure out how to get myself into grad school.
I just want to start walking, but I don't know where I'd go.