This week just doesn't seem to be going well at all. Firstly having to bury Rachel, and now even more worry about ending up homeless.
I had my brother come up to my room not too long ago to tell me that Sean, Mom's boyfriend, told Mom that she should kick me out of the house because I won't talk to him. He's not given me any reason to WANT to talk to him. All he's ever done since he moved in here is boss me around instead of letting me decide shit on my own, and belittled me when I won't do what he wants. Why is he so surprised that I won't talk to him after all that shit?
So currently, I'm really stressed out, angry, and scared that I have no idea how long I'll have a roof over my head. It seems like I'm going to have to take the advice I got from an old lady last Saturday and call Social Services cuz I'm seriously scared due to the fact that Mom just agrees with Sean, and after so many different reasons as to why I should be banished from the house, I've no idea how long I've got left at all and calling Social Services may be my only salvation.
This definitely is becoming one of the lousiest weeks I've had in a while. Depression over the death of a dog, and now stress and worry from a possible...or probable loss of shelter. With Mom constantly taking his side over family, I'm not sure what's gonna happen at all...
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