They say that when you’re at home, you feel safe. It’s the place you grew up as a child, and it should be your safe haven. But for me, that’s not the case. Two different houses, three parents and I don’t feel safe with any of them. Two yell and one holds it in. All of them hold grudges too. One of them never sees my accomplishments, only my failures. Always so selfish and expecting me to be so perfect! The other two are always expecting more from me. What I do is never enough for any of them! They push me to the edge…and I don’t know how long I can hang on…hopefully for two more years…
