Credit is never given, where credit is due. And by credit I mean praise. Not once since I've been home have the words "We're proud of you," come out of anyones mouth.
I'm still treated as though I'm not responsible enough for my self, my safety, my time.
I'm sick of fighting for a place in this house. Sick of fighting with you two because I actually have a life, and I can go out, and if I drink too much well, I'll have to suffer the consequences on my own. You can't control that. You'll never be able to control everything in my life. So stop trying to. Give me credit, where credit is due. Let me live my life. And be happy, that I'm happy.
Why is that too much to ask for?
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