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Posted March 3rd 2011 at 06:48 PM by LlamaLlamaDuck

I want to move out. Badly. Except I don't have anywhere to go. My friend was supposed to be leaving school this year and getting a flat, if she was still doing that, which she isn't, I'd get whatever job I could and see if she'd let me move in with her and help with the bills and shit. But she isn't until next year at least which is wonderful. Not. I refuse to wait a year for this.
Mum just had a go at me for sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend last week. I'm 18 for God's sake. She said that "when it became clear" that I "had feelings for this girl" (AKA 3 months into the relationship) we apparently had a "talk" about it. The same talk where she used the words 'gay phase' and said she wouldn't tell my dad because she didn't think it would last because distance is hard. Apparently this discussion also consisted of a 'If it was your boyfriend, he wouldn't be allowed to sleep in the same room.' talk where I was apparently told we weren't allowed to sleep in the same bed. Hey, maybe I was, but I don't remember that.
So now she's pissed that I betrayed her trust by not telling her.
"Well what was I supposed to do? Tell you?"
"You could have told us so we could have sent her back home." Uh. Yeah that's WHY I didn't tell them.
Then she starts asking "Do her parents know" Uh YES. They DO know. And guess what? They're FINE with it and did a LOT to accommodate me while I was there. But no. Mother dearest doesn't believe that and might ask them. She can go ahead. I wasn't lying.
So basically now if she's ever allowed to come back, my parents will probably make her sleep in the living room or something. Just for proof that we're not in the same bed.
Then she went on to say that I never talk to them. She doesn't know me anymore. Her and my dad have done nothing but try to help and support me for months. I am aware of that and I'm trying here. But there's no way I can get her to understand that by putting limits on me here, in this area of all others, she's killing me that little bit more. This is one of the very few things that make me happy right now, and taking that away is not going to help me. Not in the slightest.
I want them to leave me alone and let me do this my way.

Want to self destruct more.
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    I'm sorry. I love you.
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    Posted March 3rd 2011 at 06:55 PM by Bibliophile Bibliophile is offline
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    How far are you willing to move?? x
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    Posted March 3rd 2011 at 10:23 PM by Nomophobia Nomophobia is offline
 
 
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