Diary of a Dependent Woman

So, just because I am home temporarily while I plan out my next move, I have been regressed to being treated like a child. I have been home since the beginning of August and I am so ready to leave. Every day my parents come up with a new rule to put me back in a box that I have long since outgrown. "Come home now", "Go do this.." "Don’t go out late"…and their latest and my personal favorite, "don’t go out after its dark". Need I remind anyone that because it is winter, the sun sets right around 6pm? Yes, so at twenty four years old, my "curfew" is 6pm. I am so frustrated right now I’m trying to move out of the house as soon as possible. I don’t have a job yet and I don’t care, I just need to get the hell up out of here. Every additional day I stay, they find a new way to try and break my spirit. First they didn’t like my boyfriend. Then they didn’t like my social circle. Now it feels like they just don’t like me. I don’t understand why I’m being treated like an escaped felon. I have done everything they could ask of me at this age and yet they treat me like an idiot. Like someone that must be monitored 24 hours a day otherwise she’ll lose her damn mind and act a fool. I’m beyond frustrated right now. I understood from the jump that living at home means giving up some of the independence I’ve been use to for the past 7 years, but I honestly did not think that it meant I would be treated like a misbehaving child. Honestly, right now, I’m just gonna keep grinding hard, saving money and hopefully before the new year hits, I can tell them that I’m moving out, no discussion necessary. If they are so high strung on me living in their house that they can’t even cut me any kind of slack, then obviously I’ve worn out my welcome and I am more than glad to move out. Trust me, I have plenty of places I could go, I would just rather save my money and go it on my own. I’ll keep you posted! I did not fight so hard and work my tail off just to become another one of their dependents.