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uslad7
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I don't believe I'm writing this to get advice from anyone because I truly feel like I've done everything correctly in this situation, but anyone can give their input, suggestions or whatever else your heart desires.
On September 29th, I am moving out of my parents house. It's very easy for people to say they've had a really hard life, but when I say I've had a really hard life, I really mean it. I've always had a roof over my head and something to eat, and for that I will always be thankful, but the greatest battles are always waged in the mind and my have I had wars.
I'm not going to fully explain everything that has led up to this point because I'm still dealing with a lot of things and I don't know if there's a limit to the amount I can write, so I'll attempt to keep it within reason.
lol after I wrote that last sentence, I wrote an essay just saying everything that's happened, in full contradiction of what I said I wouldn't do. I deleted it.
Case in point, I saved money because I knew this day would come. I haven't already left because I didn't want to leave my Grandma who raised me (she passed away last November) and I didn't want to leave my little sister to suffer here alone. If I was here, I could at least bear more of the weight when my parent's argued. I already spoke to her and we're devising plans for her escape once I'm settled into my new place.
I feel good. I feel bad that my entire life has come to this point where I can't even look my parents in the eye without feeling contempt, but I feel good because I'm finally doing something about it. I won't even get into the gay thing because they suspect it, something my Dad reminds me of every time we argue (almost daily), but denies it. I don't care anymore. I stopped seeking their approval a very long time ago.
It's not going to be easy, but I know it'll be better for me once I'm gone. I've come to terms with it.
I'm happy.
On September 29th, I am moving out of my parents house. It's very easy for people to say they've had a really hard life, but when I say I've had a really hard life, I really mean it. I've always had a roof over my head and something to eat, and for that I will always be thankful, but the greatest battles are always waged in the mind and my have I had wars.
I'm not going to fully explain everything that has led up to this point because I'm still dealing with a lot of things and I don't know if there's a limit to the amount I can write, so I'll attempt to keep it within reason.
lol after I wrote that last sentence, I wrote an essay just saying everything that's happened, in full contradiction of what I said I wouldn't do. I deleted it.
Case in point, I saved money because I knew this day would come. I haven't already left because I didn't want to leave my Grandma who raised me (she passed away last November) and I didn't want to leave my little sister to suffer here alone. If I was here, I could at least bear more of the weight when my parent's argued. I already spoke to her and we're devising plans for her escape once I'm settled into my new place.
I feel good. I feel bad that my entire life has come to this point where I can't even look my parents in the eye without feeling contempt, but I feel good because I'm finally doing something about it. I won't even get into the gay thing because they suspect it, something my Dad reminds me of every time we argue (almost daily), but denies it. I don't care anymore. I stopped seeking their approval a very long time ago.
It's not going to be easy, but I know it'll be better for me once I'm gone. I've come to terms with it.
I'm happy.









