Dec 14, 2014
I haven’t slept in my own bed for weeks because my parents decided that they would need it rather than me and I could use the sofa. This weekend, I am at home for the first time since my mother threw me out of the house. And the first thing I hear in the morning is “I fucking told you not to let the cats on your bedding. If you do so one more time, I’ll make you sleep in your brother’s bed.” So, as to conclude that, I do not only get thrown out of my own bed and room, but out of the house AND the couch. Why does my own family treat me like a bum or vagabond?