#personal sarah

So, long story short, I live with my parents again and my house has once more been packed to capacity because three adults and three children and another dog have moved in temporarily.

Brothers A, D, and G are supposed to be moving out. Brother A and his two young boys both under the age of 5 are staying here. Brother D and his wife and their 2 year old son is staying here. And brother G is turning 30 next year and has never moved out and it’s well past his time to.

Convoluted shit commencing: Brother D moved out of the apartment that Brother G wants to move into with his girlfriend. Brother D just bought a house about ten minutes away, but is on vacation and waiting for the carpeting to be replaced. Brother A also has a house waiting for them, but he has to wait for his wife to finish school (hopefully this week) so that they can comfortably move.

Brother G just pulled out of the apartment, and I cannot fathom what the new idea is.

Our father has a rental home that is about to be empty once more, and Brother G wants to move into it with his girlfriend. I am PISSED and for a stupid reason.

This mother fucker is so against cutting his own umbilical cord that he never moved out of his childhood bedroom until he was almost thirty and instead of renting from a reputable apartment complex he wants to rent from his own fucking dad. AGAIN. He already pays rent to live in this house folks!! Now he wants to pay bigger rent to live in another house that our parents already own.

I’m speechless... because my parents agreed to it.

I have moved out of my parents house FOUR TIMES, and I’m only 27, the third time I moved out I moved 2000+ miles away to a new state. My brother is 29 and has NEVER moved out, not once. And now he’s going to, but he’s still not letting go of dad’s hand.

I cannot believe.

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Living in this house, and sharing a wall with a four year old has been extremely difficult this summer. I keep waiting for the day that everyone will be gone again. I want peace and quiet. I want to go downstairs and not see or hear children fighting and crying over batman legos. I want to come home and not be accosted by children. I don’t know why people want to have children.

I never want kids now. 

I can’t handle how whiny their voices sound. I can’t deal with the clutter and mess. I can’t wait for everyone to move out.