I hate living at home. Financially, it works out. But I think finances can be sacrificed for peace of mind, perhaps. It's an emotional death-zone at home and it's not going to get any better. Here's an excerpt from a recent conversation that took place about 5 min back.

Dad: I brought this lemon cake, but I don't know if your mom will like it. She'll give me shit for it if she doesn't

Me: yeah, probably.

Dad: okay, here's the cake that I brought. They didn't have the one you wanted so I brought this lemon cake instead.

Mom: I hate lemon cake. Can't you do anything right. Now go back to safeway and return it and bring me the carrot cake that I asked for.

Dad: They were out of carrot cake, what was I supposed to do

Mom: you idiot. You're completely useless. *enter in a barrage of expletives and seriously dirty words* *throw in some heinous remarks about family members and issues that took place 20 years back that have yet to be resolved because you're a fucking twat-faced cunt*

Dad: shut your mouth or I'll slap you in your face

Mom: If you don't like it, then leave. I want a separation.

Dad: fuck this.


This is everyday at my household. I am surprised I've lasted this long the way that I am. For the record, my dad has never hit my mom. Though I wish he did. I wish I did. Then there'd be ample reason for them to never speak to each other again. Would've been fucking great had that happened 15 years back.

If I ever do decide to get married, and if my wife ever turned out like that. I would slaughter the fucking cunt.

This is a result of a marriage going well past its expiry date. Never marry someone capable of pushing all of your buttons. If you want out--LEAVE. Do NOT put your kids through the same misery that my parents have put me through. They will hate you for it in the end.

Now I go to work, where I will likely study the entire time.