After a bit of a setback I had spent the last 4 weeks living at home with my family. Which should be great. As I love my family more than anything. But....I'm also a 36 year old man who is very used to living alone and doing things my way. Don't get me wrong this is a very temporary situation and I do greatly appreciate my dad and stepmom casting a net for me as I fell out of the sky. However sometimes I wish they never bothered....
And it's not to say it's easy dealing with me either! If anything my family has been very patient. But it's the little things, the digs the dirty looks I'm not supposed to notice but I do. The talking behind my back. I feel like I have to walk on eggshells around everyone and to me that isn't a home.
But they are trying. And I am trying and hopefully things align as they should and I can mosey out on my own soon. I think it's what we need. I miss going for coffee with my dad, or being able to just BS about nothing. And not tiptoeing around him because I'm suddenly a burden to him, a parasite. I just feel out of place here as everytime I try to help around the house it's wrong. Or I shouldn't have done it or it's always something. I have a tough skin but I'm getting a little tired of all of it.
I miss my family more now than I did when we were 2 hours away. And I am hoping when all this is said and done I don't lose them.
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