Home has become intolerable
Dad avoids making plans with the family . And he only wants to save his time and money as far as he is concerned .
Mom wants to just work and complain about life and her health and obsess over my little Brother . His whereabouts what he ate or his psychiatric counselling and suffocate him with her attention .
And she has absolutely no regard for what in my life because obviously she knows best and I’m ungrateful . It’s everything from what I wear , what bed I sleep on . What food I should make and in what way . The arrangement of flowers that I bought myself for my own arrangement . She took the Liberity of planting them in her own room without my opinion . Only to Attack me later that I wasn’t present when she brought the Gardner
If I sleep for an hour more than her , she tells me you know I let you sleep ?
If I try to cook something my way , she refuses . She either makes an order or acts like I’m invisible and cooks what she wants anyways .
I feel invisible . That her free time is dedicated to her projects so she can feel better and I either jump on board of these projects or I’m a bad Daughter .
That I should help around the house because naturally it’s my duty as a girl .
That I should postpone thesis work if she has work coming .
I feel that my life in this house , is only a reflection of what my family wants .
Or else I get the death stares , mean talk and silent treatment to live my life the way they feel and be happy about it too .
And I am tired , angry and upset at the violation . That I feel like an employee in this house . That there are terms and conditions to being a seemingly happy family . That she doesn’t see me . She only sees her projects of phone calls .
That I literally have to keep asking them for some attention .
I don’t know if this makes me childish or petty or ungrateful ,
But I really would like to book a room somewhere . And to just wake up without worry or orders about errands or about being neglected so automatically I just have to pick up those errands . I don’t want to come in between my parents .
But I’m sick of it . I don’t want to feel like a paid visitor here . I Want to feel that I belong .
I don’t feel that I belong here .
It’s her house , her rules and my things or whatever they are , are actually their properties . I feel like a leech who doesn’t get an opinion on things .
Just going on with the life cycle .
This hurts
So much














