I am unhappy with my current living arrangements.
I keep telling myself, “I’m going to move out, I’m going to move out!” but it never happens. My mom always talks me out of it, saying its better to stay where I am and concentrate on school than to do something rash and regret it later. And all along, I have caved and stayed where I was. Don’t get me wrong, I am very thankful she allows me to live with her in order to focus on finishing school, so that I can start out with a clean slate- an education and zero debts. That I am not ungrateful for. But just the same, I am unhappy about it. I have had talks with her about the issue, but I can never really get her to understand how I feel about the situation. She always takes it personally, like I am accusing her of being a bad mother. She can’t fathom why I would want to move far away from her. Sometimes I feel ashamed that I still live with my mom at 24, even though I am going to school and more or less support myself in every way aside from lodgings. Its an irrational emotion, and I feel frustrated and very conflicted. My mom, like many moms, can use guilt as a weapon. Its the guilt I feel about making her feel bad, after all the terrible things my father did to her, that turn my frustration toward her into self-loathing. Ultimately, it all comes down to me not being able to take the initiative. Me not doing anything about being more independent, even though I’m dying to move out. Me being too scared to take big risks, because I was raised to associate risk with fear, and that I should always always always take the safest choice else regret the decision later :mad:
Having my brother visit for the weekend has brought these feelings to a head. The fact that I am almost done wtih school right now is also no coincedence, because I am very close to being in a position where I can do what I’ve always dreamed- live my life independent of anyone else’s influences or guilt. My brother and I actually get along with each other much better now that he has gotten older (17). My brother is much more impulsive than I am; in fact we are like polar opposites. While he has made a lot of stupid mistakes- more than I had at his age, he’s also more confident in his decisions. He doesn’t get the same kind of guilt or self-doubt I had when my parents were opposed to something. I always tried to comprimise, to not make waves. He blazes his own trail and gains confidence along the way. Despite his errors, I really admire and envy my younger brother for being the kind of person I could not. But at the same time, I feel very frustrated with myself, the feeling that I haven’t accomplished enough…perhaps I am working 3 part-time jobs and going to school full-time is not that I need to on some practical level, but because it satisfies that insecurity I have about not accomplishing enough at my age. I work with kids who look up to me as a role model, coworkers who respect my wisdom and experience, and classmates impressed with my understanding of the material. And yet it never feels like enough; no matter how much I have going for me I still feel that because I still let my parents have such a strong influence on me, I’m trapped within some kind of shell.
And so I wrestle with conflicting emotions- why bother being so hell-bent on hurling myself into the unknown when I’ll be done with school soon enough? Why feel so convinced my mom is a guilt-tripping control freak when I say scarcely 10 words to her each day on average and maybe fight once a month? And what if I do everything I wanted- live far away, influenced by no one, and still feel unhappy? What would the point of everything up until then be?