Home...was the place I felt most comfortable. But it wasn't a place that I felt happy in. I shared it with people who were unpredictable. They didn't really care about each other or me. Only that things amounted enough to get us by.
Eventually I just started working more hours because the people at home were just like the people at work. They only came to me when they wanted something. Heck...I even began to find less reasons to talk to anyone. But it didn't stop them from talking about themselves..or complaining.
After a while I realized they weren't really talking with me, but at me. I felt used. I felt lonely. I felt scared. Eventually I didn't have much of anything to look forward to whether it was coming home or going to work.
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