Everytime my mothers boyfriend comes over, I am forced to leave the room. To lock myself up in my bedroom, and not come out. He is respected more than me around here.
He gets to come into my home for five or six hours at a time, sometimes multiple times a day. He gets to sprawl out on the couch, eat my food, use my bathroom. Maybe not "my" couch, "my" food or "my" bathroom. This isn't home to me. It's unfamiliar, unfair, this place for me means to be disrespected by everyone in the household. My world doesn't exist past this bedroom, that isn't even mine. My brother took over my bedroom and I'm forced to sleep on the couch. But during the day I hang around my mothers bedroom.
"We have to make sacrifices for family," my mom recites over and over again.
Oh, yes, mother. Allow your grown son to take whatever he wants out of my bedroom, sleep in my bed and destroy my belongings.
Take my teenage years away from me. Don't allow me to drive MY car because your son (who's perfectly capable of buying one) needs it.
After her boyfriend leaves, she begs me to come out of the room. If I come out while he's here I get basically forced back in and yelled at later.
I'm sick of this. I can't wait two more years. I'll have my own home and no ones allowed in it.
I'll respect myself, I'll decorate my own home how I like, I'll make sure everything is clean.
Fuck this place. I don't belong here.
