Being at college we get to figure out who we are and what we want to do. We get to screw up and make bad choices. We get to make friends that will last forever and make memories that will last even longer. You get to go out and stay out as late as you want and not have to worry about whether or not your parents will let you go. You get to learn how to manage your time and money, after many different meltdowns. No one is there to make sure your laundry is done for you or whether or not you do your homework at a certain time.
Then coming home you have to throw back in the whole parental unit. Their house, their rules. But does living under their roof give them the right to still treat you like you're 12? To talk down to you, guilt trip you, invade your privacy, tell you when and where to be, demand respect from you but do not give it themselves, not listen to what you have to say, and just over all be so obsessed with when you leave again to not really take the time you are there and enjoy it?
My summer has had it's good times, but the one thing that's really bogged me down is the situation with my dad and step mom. I feel horrible because I have three younger siblings thrown into the middle of everything. And after the shit has hit the fan and you think think things are going to start to get better, it all comes crashing down again. Things are twisted around and manipulated. Make you the bad guy. That's when you realize nothing's changed. Nothing's going to change. And when you hit that point then what do you do? What is next?
Why are things so complicated?
All [we] can do is hope, pray, have faith, and find the strength to make it through everything.
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