I actually can’t believe how shitty my family makes me feel…. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m an angry 15 year old or anything, I am a fully mature adult simply looking for an outlet.
To begin with a little background information; which btw will be a feat in itself explaining if anyone can actually comprehend the situation.. *deep breath* – I’ll make it as short as I can without leavign the important rantings out ok?
My partner & I live together in a lovely house with my Mum in the spare room. Up until a few months ago my entire family lived together, but hadn’t always it was just nice for the first time in years that we were all actually together… then one day out of the blue my dad decides he is moving out to go and live with his friend down the road.. weird right? then he starts moaning to me & my brother (and anyone else who will listen for that matter) about how much he HATES my mum – they are still married – and how much he cant be bothered with her “negativity” and blah, blah woe is me sort of stuff…. I guess just trying to justify his actions to himself but in the process thinks he also needs to let everyone else know too… life goes on….
then my brother decides he doesnt like living with us in a “homey” environment because its “too boring” which translates to (in 17 year old language) “I don’t want to live here because I am not allowed to smoke drugs in the house off the stove like I want to and I’m not allowed to play my music at the highest possible level continuously everyday with the same “Death rap” songs on repeat and I don’t do dishes because why should the house be clean? I don’t care if there are maggot infested dirty rubbish bags all through my room and my mattress is infested with fleas because I don’t want to clean anything and I don’t like people nagging me to get a job because I would rather stay at home at just get wasted everyday because living like this makes me happy” amongst a whole lot of angry other teenage type issues- (*second deep breath*) so off he goes to live with my aunty & uncle & their kids because they let him do all those things whenever and whereever he likes. Then we get given 3 weeks notice to move out of where we were living because the owners daughter is 8 months pregnant and has just realised that she will not be able to afford to pay rent for her own dewlling while she is at home not working for 6 months or so after her stupid baby is born – fyi: the house we were living in was owned by my mums cousin so the stupid pregnant person is also my cousin – and has known this for 8 months (obviously) BUT because her mother has just gotten married to a man that is only 5 years older than she is, she has ostracised her mum 7 her new husband from her family in an attempt to get her to not marry this young man, and now realises that “fuck! i need somewhere to live and my mum has a house” so she magically saw the error in her ways and now is playing happy families until she doesn’t need the house anymore then she will go back to how she was before – a cold, distant excuse of a daughter who wouldnt even go to her mothers wedding, wont let her mothers new husband into her house, wont let her mother see her kids if “he” is around and doesnt even ring or pop in or send birthday, xmas etc.. gifts, cards or wishes! (*third deep breath*) – so facing the very real prospesct of being homeless in 21 days I set off to the bank for a loan, then start looking for houses – desperately applying for every house I could get in for… less than 48 horus later: loan= tick, house= tick, moving= tick.
So here I am thinking life in general is looking up for me – but no-o! I was trying to study GDipHTMgmt extra murally through SIT but then they send me an email saying I am late handing in my assignment – which in all honesty was the last thing on my mind – theres no point in running crying to my tutors so I take another deep breath a drop out 
thanks a lot family of the century