Master, Jr, and I left our home and moved here with promises of a better life, more social interaction, more community. But, it didn't happen that way. Things Jr wants or needs are commented and criticized. Things I want to do are eye rolled. Master had to get an over the road job just to get away from it.
I feel like I have to justify spending money Master approved of me spending by explaining it to her.
I feel belittled and uncomfortable at "home" and like my family isn't important (because I hear comments every time I'm on the phone with them).
Right now, I can honestly say, at this moment, I feel worse mentally, emotionally, and socially than I ever did living in the trailer. At this point, if I got a phone call saying there was a job and a Uhaul reserved, I would move back to the house Master's step father owns and pay rent in a heartbeat.
I am a home body, I don't like going out all the time, but I'm never "home" now and I am so uncomfortable.
I just.... I want to go home.....
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