By reading the posts here I could notice that this is a problem that affects the whole world. Though I don’t wish what I go through for nobody, it’s comforting to know that we are not alone! My time in my mother’s house has already expired, though I’m living there yet. Family sucks sometimes. I’m not allowed to have my own space, I can’t complain if people use my stuff, and yet I don’t have even the right to be sad about it or to ask for my rights to be respected. It seems that though I live there, that place isn’t my home. It’s just a place where people let me stay, sleep, eat and shower, for the one reason that they have the legal responsibility to take care of me while I can’t maintain myself.
If only I could have a job that payed all my expenses so I didn’t need to ask for her money… If only I could come to her house only to visit, or not even that: my real wish is to fade away for a long time so that they can miss the daughter she had so badly that they’d treat me as a person when they saw me again.