Living at home again
I always forget what its like to live with my parents after I've been gone for a while. It amazes me how always after I think something is resolved or taken care of it pops back up like a weed with its roots in the ground.
My mom is still drinking. I came home with a friend to pick something up last night for her party and my mom was sitting there on the couch with a screwdriver while she was on her laptop. She was in one of the moods she gets in while she drinks and I wasn't too happy with it, but I didn't say anything overt. So I ask her where something was that I had out earlier and she gave me the run around. I didn't feel like putting up with it and I guess I came off as a little patronizing even though I was trying to hold back. I find what I need and leave.
Well flash forward to today and my mom is lying in bed sleeping and my dad pulls me aside to say its because she's depressed. Sometime she went into my room, which I have basically told my parents never to do, and she found a wet diaper I had taken off earlier on the floor because I was in a rush. So she flips out and comes and talks to my dad and blames herself for I don't know what and makes herself a victim. Both my parents know I wear so I really think they would have gotten over this by now.
Well while my dad is talking to me he expresses his worries about whoever I get into a relationship with in the future. He thinks that because I wear diapers I'm going to end up being with someone who is a rapist/sex predator/registered offender/pedophile. Its upsetting to see such a stereotype thrown around but I dont find myself angry with him. He's never been on the inside of this situation and he's just worried about me.
The ironic thing is yesterday I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a life without drama haha.
My mom is still drinking. I came home with a friend to pick something up last night for her party and my mom was sitting there on the couch with a screwdriver while she was on her laptop. She was in one of the moods she gets in while she drinks and I wasn't too happy with it, but I didn't say anything overt. So I ask her where something was that I had out earlier and she gave me the run around. I didn't feel like putting up with it and I guess I came off as a little patronizing even though I was trying to hold back. I find what I need and leave.
Well flash forward to today and my mom is lying in bed sleeping and my dad pulls me aside to say its because she's depressed. Sometime she went into my room, which I have basically told my parents never to do, and she found a wet diaper I had taken off earlier on the floor because I was in a rush. So she flips out and comes and talks to my dad and blames herself for I don't know what and makes herself a victim. Both my parents know I wear so I really think they would have gotten over this by now.
Well while my dad is talking to me he expresses his worries about whoever I get into a relationship with in the future. He thinks that because I wear diapers I'm going to end up being with someone who is a rapist/sex predator/registered offender/pedophile. Its upsetting to see such a stereotype thrown around but I dont find myself angry with him. He's never been on the inside of this situation and he's just worried about me.
The ironic thing is yesterday I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a life without drama haha.