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To the beat of you breathing...
Living at home has always been an undesirable position for me. But the longer it seems, I stay, and the older I get...
It grows increasingly ugly.
My mother has turned into a parasitic psycho bitch.
I thank my father for that.
And my father, well. He has some big issues of his own that he'll never deal with, I guess.
Unfortunately, you know, it is sad, because the day that I indeed do move out, not only will it be a glorious day, but it will be the moment that I never look back.
When you are nearly twenty, and your parents give you a ten pm curfew...
...
Ye-ah.
I mean, I'll survive. I always seem to do just fine, no matter how badly I over-react, and think the world is ending...
I will be fine.
But I will not ever regret moving away from my parents.
The same parents who let me parent them on raising my brother, the same parents who cannot deal with their own issues in a positive way, and because of it try and impose restrictions on myself and my brother...
They are some of the most incompetent people I know.
All I can hope is that I do better than they did.
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