Truly, this is about to be suck a big jumble of emotion, I don't know what to title it. Get ready. If none of this makes sense, I'm sorry. I normally don't vent on here about RL issues, but I honestly have nobody to talk to about this, not even to my own mother.<br><br>As some of you know, I have a friend living with me, and have since the beginning of June. She's here permanently, for reasons I won't discuss here. Just a bad home situation, and she doesn't really have anywhere else to go. Until we graduate and can move out on our own. Alright, fine, that's cool. We shared a bed for about a month, then we finally got our own beds a little over a month ago, but we're still sharing my room. I'm the kind of person that needs -my- space. I need -me- time. My room is my place, the one thing I have to myself, and I don't have that anymore. Quite frankly, it's stressing me out. My insomnia has hit me hard and full on since this switch, and I've stopped eating like I should. I can't help it, it's who I am and I'm stressed out. This leads to me being grumpy and irritated, as a lack of sleep is expected to do. I truly can not help it. My mom just calls me weird or tells me to suck it up, like I can help the fact that I'm up half the night. Cause, ya know, everyone thoroughly enjoys that exhausted drained feeling all the time and dark rings under their eyes.<br><br>First things first, our personalities clash. She's loud, messy, not the cleanest person, we like totally different music, have different views on most things, and we're different right down to the TV shows we watch. I have someone the total opposite of me living in my room, sharing my space. It's not only frustrating, it again, stresses me out. I'm easily stressed, I'm a worry wart, I'm just a jittery person.<br><br>Second, everything in the house is now about her. My mom feels sorry for her, so she caters to her every need, and expects everyone else to do the same. She works 6 days a week, but she doesn't have a car and I do, so I take her to work and pick her up every single day. Meaning, I can't go hang out with anyone else or do anything for more than a few hours, because I just have to be back to pick her up. My mom doesn't like to help me out with this. Yesterday, for example, she had to work 1PM-7PM. I dropped her off, and went to hang out with my best friend. I had asked my mom if she could pick her up from work, because I wouldn't be home. She told me 'whatever, I guess I'll drop my plans so I can be home to pick her up. get out of my house, I don't even want to look at you. you make me sick.' as I'm leaving. I feel the least my mom can do is pick her up from work once in a while. She tells me 'when she moved in here, you made a commitment.' She's not a dog, nor is she my child, you let her move in, so she's your responsibility just as much as she is mine, if she is any of my responsibility.<br><br>Third. Everyone fights. Everyone argues. And two teenagers sharing a room is bound to spring up an argument. My friend can talk to my mom about anything and everything. But if I so much as mention her name to my mom, I'm 'awful' and 'selfish' and 'look what she's been through'. Ok, I get it. Rejection from a parent is an AWFUL thing to go through, I know, I've been going through it with my dad for THIRTEEN YEARS. Everyone needs to vent to someone, and if I can't vent to my mom, who else can I vent to? Nobody knows the situation as well as my mom.<br><br>CUATRO! So. She has separation anxiety.. from me. -_- She's really insecure, and she doesn't see that. My mom and I do, but 'if you say anything to her about it, so help me God..' so I just have to live with it and pretend she's normal. I can't go anywhere when she's at home and enjoy myself, because I have her and my mom texting me the whole time I'm gone, asking me who I'm with or where I'm at or when I'll be home. This goes back to my leaving when she's at work. I do it for a reason, so it doesn't matter to her whether I'm gone or not. If I left when she was at home, I'd be yelled at. For example, Erin has been my best friend for twelve years, it will be twelve years in October that we have been friends. We've never fought or argued, we're pretty much carbon copies of each other. I went out with Erin one night, we got pizza and rented a couple movies, just a chill night at her house. My set curfew is midnight, but I have never had a curfew when I'm with Erin. She texted me around 9:30PM, asked me what time I would be home. I told her around 11, because we were trying to finish the movie we just started. I didn't think it was a big deal. As I'm getting home, it was about 11:30 or 11:45, I come in and immediately get jumped on. 'What happened to 11? Huh? Why are you so late?' WHAT ARE YOU, MY GIRLFRIEND? Seriously. I've known Erin for a LONG time, longer than I've even known you were even ALIVE.<br><br>Five-o. Stetson. Pretty much everyone on here that knows me, knows what this name means. He's been my boyfriend for 3 years. THREE. And I'm perfectly happy with our situation. He's in the Navy, and I don't get to see him a whole lot. But I love him, so I'm alright with that. Guess who isn't? BINGO. My friend. He was home on leave in early July, and he came and stayed with us for 5 days. My mom has always loved him, always gotten along with him, and she's been fine with me dating him from the very beginning. My friend left. She was only here one night that he was here. She decides to let me know why. 'I'm a jealous person, and I don't like the attention you give him.' uh, I hadn't seen him in 8 months.. it's not my fault you treat me like you're my jealous girlfriend. She then proceeded to call me stupid and naive for thinking that it was ever going to work out with him, because 'it's not going to work, and honestly, I don't want to be your friend long enough to watch it fall apart and have to pick up the pieces.' First, what real friend would say that to you and mean it? A real friend wouldn't. Second, I don't need her to pick up any pieces. But I would like to point out the situation, and YOU tell ME who's been picking up who's pieces for the past 3 months. I've only known this friend since February, so I've only really gotten to know her for 6 months. I've known Stetson for 3 and a half years. And regardless of whether we're together in a relationship or not, he's still one of my best friends. Someone I can tell anything to, trust with anything. I honestly couldn't care less if she likes Stetson, I don't need her approval, but I would like her to respect how I feel, and she doesn't. Obviously.<br><br>I'm not trying to sound whiny. Or annoying. Or like I just want my way. That's not what it is at all. It's the simple fact that, as much as she's going through, and as much as she's had to change.. I've had to change too. I'm struggling with this situation just as much as she is. Maybe on a different scale, but we've all had to make changes in our lives, not just her. But it's all about her. All the time. Like she's the only one going through this. My mom's thing is 'you don't think I've ever changed anything in my life for you?' Mom, I know you have. I do, but that's different. You're not seventeen. You CHOSE to have children. You knew what kind of sacrifices you'd have to make. I'm still in highschool, and I'm sacrificing a LOT just because I'm trying to help someone out, and it's done nothing but blow up in my face. I can't talk to her about the situation, because she just calls me selfish and uncaring. That's not it at all. My friend won't talk to me about the situation, and I don't want to bring it up if she doesn't want to talk about it. But my mom tells me 'she doesn't talk to you because you don't care'. I just don't know how to help her. I can't fix this, and I can't make it better. Only time can do that. I'm not angry at anyone, I don't dislike anyone in this situation. I just wish everyone would take into consideration that, sure, it's not easy for her, but it's just as hard on me. It's just as stressful. And nobody seems to want to realize that. Or they just don't want to admit it.<br><br>If you read all that, cookies to you.
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