Things I don’t want to hear as soon as I walk in the house:
- Shit for not getting ashes today and the reasons I’m a “heathen”
- Shit for what time I leave the house in the morning, be it too early or too late
- Shit for not making my lunch at home today (or apparently ever)
- Shit for coming home and being “in no mood/state to talk”
Shit I hear as soon as the front door closes:
All of the above.
I’m grateful that I grew up in Brooklyn, and I have a relatively low-cost place to live post grad, but sometimes (most times) living with my parents is complete and total hell. I sound bratty, naive and selfish. Perhaps I am. But as a 23 year old girl, I shouldn’t feel the way 16 year old me felt living with my parents. I don’t behave the way 16 year old me did, so I shouldn’t be treated the way 16 year old me was.
In my defense (and partially my parents defense), I am not living at home by choice. I dug myself into quite the financial hole and I am stuck here until I dig myself out of it. It is 200% my own damn fault. I just hate that it’s ruining my relationship with my family- because for whatever reason, we cannot coexist peacefully. Argh.
