My house is filthy. I mean, gross. There’s animal poop everywhere. The floorboards are literally soaked in places with animal urine. Rotting food crumbs. Dirt. Cat and dog dander. Clutter. Trash where it shouldn’t be. The whole place reeks. I’ve tried but I can’t do it by myself. I hate to admit it but my mother has gotten lazy. Maybe she’s depressed. But I can’t do it myself. I’m SO ready to get out of this stinking filthy unhealthy house.
One of the main problems is my lazy selfish sister. She never cleans up after herself. NEVER. Makes me so damn mad. But my mother won’t *make* her. I wish that I wasn’t disabled and could work. Then I’d be out of here as soon as I could find a place to rent. Sigh. I feel trapped. Trapped and miserable. I don’t know what to do.
