Posted by Anonymous on 2012/09/02 under Uncategorized Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. If anything happened any of them I would be distraught. However, I just cannot flipping stand them sometimes. Not “them” collectively. Just different ones at different times. I can just sense when my mother or father are looking for a dig or fight. And the worst thing, I’m subjected to silence. They funded my college degree, and stupid me decided to do Psychology so I have to emigrate to actually get a decent paid job. Thus, more ties to my parents due to them having to pay my rent until I get set up. I’m just so fed up of trying to hold my tongue, when I’m not that sort of person. Today they arrived home from holidays – I collected them from the airport, I cleaned the whole house, I minded their dog for the week, I bought them a 450 dollar stay at a hotel to say thank you. I forgot to water the plants, I get shouted at. I’m 25 years old. I’m broke. I hate the small town I’m from. I want to break free. I’m nothing like my family. Yet, I can’t break free. I’m silenced as usual.