Ok, this is talking about a few of the housing issues I have had.
I have moved 12 times in the past 8 years. Some of them weren't bad, some were horrible. I haven't felt like a place was home since I moved from La Honda. Now I don't even think I could call that home.
There was one arrangement where my dad and brother and I were all in the same room at my super religious, emotionally unstable(not to take credit from the rest of the family) aunt. I hat her, she reminds me of therapists, who I despise with every fiber of my being.(again, not to discredit the rest of the family)
I suppose that wasn't too bad because when I didn't have to change in the bathroom anyways, there was a period when my brother always walked in without knocking on the closed door. This happened twice when I was changing.
Now my parents still don't have a room in either household, but at least I can lock or barracade my door now.
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This is just a little bit of the tourtures I have gone through
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