Unlikely Love

- Chapter 8 - My life at home

My life at home was boring as hell. Like i said in the first chapter my relationship with my parents wasn't good. Specially with my father,  it never was a good relationship mainly because of my sexual orientation,  he thinks that god created men to fuck with woman and boring stuff like that. Like foreal? If a girl loves another girl who giver her love and treats her right, what's the fucking problem? People doesn't have to live their lives sad and stuck on religion or lsteriotypes. There are so many other sins that god doesn't allow like betray someone or marry twice, and people are very tolerant about it.. Why can't they be about gay people?. I would never marry or have a relationship with someone just because... "it's right"  when i am in love with a total different person. So me and my father argue alot because of it. He wanted me to dress more like a girl. To date a boy. And it pissed me off. So everytime he was at home i would avoid any conversation with him. It was only on sundays, he had two jobs he  worked every day and night because my mother was sick and he was the only who could earn some money in this house   .
My mother had two brain tumors  and she had to be operated. After some years she started to have some real scary behaviors, i was 12 in that time and it was scary to see that.. She would try to kill herself.. She would treat us like shit, call us names or even yell for nothing, she used to say things really hurtfull even for me (her daughter) . The doctors used to said she had a deep depression but then they dicided that the best for her and for her family was put her in a special hospital(this hospital was a very good rated hospital and used to heal people with depression or mental illness) to heal her mental illness. My father would visit her every sunday, i would just sometimes. I was a little bit angry because okay she had a mental illness but it wasn't our fault she had that but she would blame us for everything. After some months she came back home but she was always in bed.
My grandparents only give a shit about my cousins who are spoiled rude kids. I had some friends but none were real friends (just some of them were real, others just wanted me because i was kinda of popular in high school) i mean i never trust them enought to bring them home. I dated some people but it didn't last more than a month. Since i was younger i felt that my mother didn't love me , she just didn't care if i was happy or sad, she never said she loved me, she never hugged me. I never felt truly loved by my mother.
The worst part were the vacations. I saw pictures of my friends travelling with their parents to exotic places and i was at home. Playing video games on my computer or listening to music. Alone. I just wanted to go to school.
Sometimes i would hang out with my "friends" or with my best friend. Her name was Merline and we met some years ago. She was the only person who i could trust some things and i could she cares for me. She support me alot in everything in my life but she wasn't "everything".
It was sad. Days were always the same. Wake up. Wash the dishes. Cook some shit for the lunch.  clean the rooms. Put everything in the right place. Play some video games. Listening to music. Fall asleep watching some silly youtubers doing some crazy stuff.
Interesting life isn't it?
I just wanted someone who loved me. Someone who could take care of me. Someone who could kiss me every night and fall asleep hugging each other. I just wanted SOMEONE.
My weekends were always the same as well but after what happened between me and my teacher it was a really different weekend.