Sorry for not posting. I’m sorry to myself too, since I keep forgetting how much writing makes me feel better. I haven’t sleep much this week. Just stupid thoughts taking over my brain about how pointless it all is. I’m fighting against things a normal person shouldn’t have to fight for. Like independence from my family. I forget if I’ve posted about this before (and I’m too tired to go look it up), but my mom has found another excuse for me to never move out. Now I’m supposed to spend everything I’ve saved for to buy a house for my grandparents so they can be close by in their old age. She claims she’s having me do this as a benefit to me. I get an “investment” (?) and when my grandparents are done with it, I can sell it and buy the house I really want. I get most of the financial side of it (well, I’ve rationalized it) and it would be a very nice thing for a granddaughter to do, but no here seems to care about what I want to do. They don’t even ask. I’m sick of doing what I’m told. I feel like I did my last year of school and my mom and I fought constantly. I just want to do what I want. Why am I not allowed? oh, because she’ll flip out on you, take away your things, lock you out of the house and scream at you until 4am. That’s why I don’t do what I want. I’m terrified of her. I need to stop.
Now she doesn’t even want me to move nearby (I’m supposed to wait for my neighbor to die and then I can by his house. Seriously, this is how she thinks. Everything I want to do I have to wait for someone to die first 😦 ). I mentioned buying and living in a house up the street, and she yells at me, “what am I supposed to do with a 5 bedroom house?”, “You’re going to leave me alone?” (my brother still lives here mind you). I don’t know how to argue with her.
And I feel so guilty if I do leave. She can’t afford the house without me and I don’t want to be the one responsible for forcing her to move and sell the home she’s worked on for 25 years. She never thought about what would happen if I’m not here. I hate feeling so trapped.
And now I’m crying again. Well, best to get this out of the way before bed this time. Ugh.