Since I've managed to break free and move out of my parents' house last year, it's been tough going back home, especially for the holidays. I've always felt isolated and distant from everyone in the family and now that I'm living on my own, it's getting even more difficult to participate in any sort of family function. I didn't really even wanted to go home because I knew I would not feel comfortable and end up wanting to leave after 1-2 hours.
Well my prediction came true. I manage to eat a little bit (still hungry) and left after about 2 hours. Before I left my dad wanted to talk to me. A one on one chat and he wanted me to sit right next to him. Funny how he's managed to neglect my feelings and existence for the past 15 years when I was living under his roof and now he expects me to just somehow feel comfortable sitting down next to him to talk to him. I just sat there and he said he wanted me to move back home so he can sign the house over to me. I told him no thanks. When I was living there I was never treated as a grown up and now that I'm gone, he wants me to take on this huge responsibility of owning the house when I'm not ready for it.
I'm not mad but it's again another sad holiday. Can't wait til Christmas!
Well my prediction came true. I manage to eat a little bit (still hungry) and left after about 2 hours. Before I left my dad wanted to talk to me. A one on one chat and he wanted me to sit right next to him. Funny how he's managed to neglect my feelings and existence for the past 15 years when I was living under his roof and now he expects me to just somehow feel comfortable sitting down next to him to talk to him. I just sat there and he said he wanted me to move back home so he can sign the house over to me. I told him no thanks. When I was living there I was never treated as a grown up and now that I'm gone, he wants me to take on this huge responsibility of owning the house when I'm not ready for it.
I'm not mad but it's again another sad holiday. Can't wait til Christmas!
