I thought I had my own room, I was mistaken

I am home. It is good to be home, well for the most part.

For once in my life I would like to come home from school and have my own room. Before it wasn’t totally expected because I had to share a room with my little sister. It is a small room so Jenn kind of took over. After the move this summer we had our own rooms so I figured this was the year I would come home to a bedroom the way I left it.

Sorry Crista, dreams just don’t come true. My mom took over my room, she was sleeping in my room. She brought my grandma’s sewing machine home and set it up in my room and turned it into a disaster area. The majority of my belongings are sitting at Lander Marine because there isn’t room in my room for it.

Next thing I know I will be getting yelled at because my stuff is cluttering up the shop. Just isn’t my fault but my parents will make it out to be my fault. I didn’t buy anything big while I was in Great Falls. All of that stuff fit into my room before I left. So why can’t it fit in there now. Because Crista has all of her dad’s old porno magazines in her closet so nothing else fits in it.

When am I ever going to feel welcome in the house that I should feel the most welcomed in?

It would be different if they took over Jenn’s room too, but they just close her bedroom door and turn the heat off. That is all that happens to her room.

I am tired of whining about this so I will once again take my leave of absence. I am not sure when I will have a chance to return.