The Move part 4

(Oh hell, what move.)

I almost had it out with Mom today.  She told me that my brother wants the room I want.  He’s not gonna be there first of all so what right does he have to it after he’s reenlisting.  So I was at work crying for half an hour texting Mom and Joey telling them both the room is mine.  It’s perfect for me.  It’s on the other side of the house from everyone else (that means sleep through Dad’s snores) and it has it’s own little bathroom.  My older brother doesn’t live there so I don’t have to deal with that bastard.  My little brother is becoming a bastard.  I told Mom that I wasn’t gonna move home if I didn’t get that room.  What a mess.  I’m trying to figure out who talked me into moving home.  I don’t get along with my parents at all.

So, my brother is talking of reenlisting.  Great.  Another 4 years of sleepless nights.  I’m not strong enough to survive that.  People say I am but they don’t know me.

I don’t know anymore.

Kitty