I’m back at my mom’s house and so far no good.

First of all, my sister has two sons, one who is almost 2 and one who is 7 months. The baby cries pretty much all day every day, and the older one runs around the house completely tearing it apart (including my room). My lazy ass sister always tells me to “watch them” when I’m clearly busy, like getting ready for work, cleaning my room (that her kid made into a mess), or just trying to mind my own fucking business by taking a shower or using the bathroom.

Second of all, I can’t sleep for shit. This house is always extremely cold, especially my room. The air is extremely dry also, so I always wake up with a sore throat. My mom told me she’d buy me a mattress so I didn’t have to haul mine from the apartment… I told her I’ve been sleeping on the floor and she simply replied “go find a mattress then”, implying I need to get one myself. Seriously? I just bought a car, I have no fucking money. I can’t just go out and buy a fucking mattress. Allow me to reiterate: I SLEEP ON THE HARDWOOD FLOOR. The floor! Freezing cold! Every night! 

On top of all of this, the house is constantly a pigsty 99.9% of the time. My sister’s only job is to be a mother, so she is home all day every day, being lazy and sitting around on Facebook while her crazy crying children run amok and empty out all the cabinets onto the floor. You can’t walk in a straight path anywhere. I have to sandwich myself into the bathroom. I cleaned the house once and it went right back to normal one day later. The fridge and freezer are always PACKED so I can’t even buy groceries because nothing will fit. So, I have to eat the food my mom buys, which isn’t a problem until my sister accuses me of being an “ungrateful freeloader”, even though she’s the one who got pregnant, doesn’t have a job, lives at home for free, and spends all her fiance’s hard-earned money on clothes and junk food.

Oh, and the worst part of all of this is that I still pay to live at my apartment, even though I’m not living there. Every time I spend the night there (in MY bed, watching MY tv, eating MY food), my mom and sister freak out at me because they think I’m going back to live there and be with Nick, blah blah. It’s such bullshit. They don’t understand the situation at all, and I wish they would just mind their own business.

I miss Nick, and I miss our apartment. I want to go back. Now that I’m single and have my own car, I wouldn’t be isolated any more either. I’d be closer to work, too, amongst about a million other things.

I just wish my mom would stop spoiling my sister and stop punishing me for trying to be an independent adult.