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I’ve lived alone, and with roomates before, but I moved back to my parents house because I was sick, and had legal problems. I tried to move out, but was prevented (eeesh, reference to the mother-related goal). The good part though was that my dog had company & they loved him.
Years stretched into decades, filled with school I couldn’t afford to finish, a series of low paying short term social service jobs, 1 crushing emotional entanglement, unemployment. An assault @ my last low-paying social service job left me with a chronic (thankfully not visable)injury, and workers comp sub-poverty payments. So I am still at my fathers house. I hear more polka than the Polish. I stopped eating meat back in 1987, but still must shop for, cook, clean up after it. I am so sick of having to prepare a regular dinner, almost everyday, same time frame. If it gets done here, I do it. Everything but pay the bills. All of the responsibility but none of the autonomy. I want to live alone. I want to choose what I hear. I want to be able to have the place to myself, do things in the living room, without having to wait until he goes to bed to move around the house (my choice. He isn’t mean, just always in the living room, whistling, loud tv, loud music of the 40’s & 50’s). I want to have normal things in my bedroom, not hardware, not used for storage because he doesn’t respect other people’s things, and treats them as if they were his own. I want cleanliness, especially clean bathrooms (older men and bathrooms without urinals are a horrific combination). To get out will require money (another 1 of the “43 things”), the circumstances involving that are way complicated. So I’m going nowhere until the money thing is solved.