After spending several months with my parents, it has become apparant that you can never go home again. The petty squabbles, the observations that get under the skin and repeated as gripes, all are the price paid for the kindness.
I realised today that I can leave. I have not really thought of it before as I have today. If I can go to the bank and withdraw a large sum of money to help my father buy a car, then I certainly can go to the bank and withdraw enough to have first and last months rent somewhere as well. It isn't a difficult thing to do.
Today I just got tired of the insults and the sense of disrespect that I keep getting from my father in particular. My mother just says things like, oh, he is diabetic and irritable. But no, he weilds words at me like slaps. Why would I put up with that? I have decided to leave.
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