Mainly Because it was a great get away from being at home, when I was living there.

This short ammount of time I have been back at home made me realize Why I wanted to work so much. Simply to get away. I have been at home 3 days now, not working, just here, and already considering about moving the fuck out of here. this is simply because I Hate being here, due to my mother.

Problems with her have gone back as far as I can remember. I remember being 13, and telling people I hate her with a passion, that I was ashamed of even being considered as the same family. She was never physically abusive by any means, but just her personality, the way she deals with things, the way she treats me, as well as the rest of the family, was more then enough to make not just me, but the rest of the family despise her as well.

I Never had much of a childhood. when I was young, my grandma, or my moms mom was dying. My dad was always working, so the family would have a chance, cause my mom didn't work, and spent 98% of her time, away from her family, just sitting with her mom. I cannot blame her for this, but it sucked because while she was out, it left me, my sister, looking after the whole house. I learned how to do laundry, cook, clean, feed and look after pets, train the house dog at the time, etc etc. it was a great learning experience, but i was so depressed at the time cause I could never have sleep overs, i couldn't have friends over, I couldn't hang out with anyone cause as soon as I got home, me and my sister had to make sure everything was running smoothly. I couldn't even watch sturday morning cartoons because I had to make sure everything inside my house was perfect. If it wasn't perfect, my mom would come home and ground us for being messy.

After grandma died, She tried, and still is trying to force herself into my life. That right there is causing the most problems between me and her. It feels like having someone you never met before assuming the spot of your best friend, but yet if they know anything about you, your in trouble. it has even come to the point where I can't even feel safe posting things online. A prime example is shit with facebook.

when I wasn't living at home, she made a Facebook account, added me, and went threw all my history. I got a phone call that night at around 2 am, her screamming at me about things I did 3 years ago. I immediately blocked that account, just to advoid future drama.

three weeks later, i get another account adding me. this one was labelled as "Mark Malouin". that is my dad. I am a hell of a lot closer to my dad, then to my mom, even though we have had our problems. 3 weeks of what it seems me talking back and forth with my dad, all went to nothing. when I called my dad, and he didn't know what facebook was. Immediately blocked that account.

Today, I was woken up, after a good 1.5 hours sleep, because my mom didn't like that 2 and a half months ago, I went out to St. Thomas to visit an old friend that I haven't seen for close to 2 years. She kicked in my door, which I had locked, woke me up, and carried on for closer to an hour and a half. I now have to replace my door, and get my dad to fix the door frame.

My dad sees what is going on with her, We all know it. He tries to keep himself busy, by working almost as much as I did, and when he did spend time at home he was always in a separate room, floor, when he was in the house, or he always went out into his shop, and stayed there for as long as possible. this is because he doesn't want to deal with her shit.

Right now I feel back in that same position i was when I was young. I feel stuck. All I want is this shit to end.