sigh Mostly, it’s part financial/medical. My job history has been spotty, my health-mental AND physical isn’t what I’d like it to be. I was diagnosed with epilepsy earlier this year, and I’m on Medicaid. My caseworker told me that living at home was actually an advantage. (I can’t remember all the details, and even then, I don’t feel like going into them.)
Either way, it’s between my family and I, and like I said, nobody else’s goddamned business. If it’s pathetic, well, fine. I really don’t give a shit.
And finally, I like my job, I’ve got friends, things are picking up, and I’m content for the time being.
Besides, I’d have to leave my kitties behind.